I pointed out to him that went for anything we would do that night or any other time we were together. If ever something made him uncomfortable tha... he just had to say so and that I would do the same. He agreed to let me start, I knelt on the floor in front of him and wrapped my hand around his now very hard cock and licked just the tip of it. It tasted as good as it looked. I wrapped my lips around just the head and genteelly ran my tongue around the gland of his. But my mind was saying, he is dangerous run. I was deeply torn. I had no idea what to do. I stood there paralyzed. The preacher walked to me, then slapped my breast hard. ‘I will never leave a mark for anyone else to see, but you need this.’ With that he slapped me hard on my butt. ‘Don’t that hurts,’ I said. ‘But you need it you cunt,’ with those words he began to slap my butt even harder. I began to cry, but I neither ran, nor objected again. It was painful but something about it also felt. I could feel the vibration circling around and alternating from my left breast to the other, working its way down my navel and between my dripping folds.“Oh God….” My breathing became more labored. “Oh… my… fucking…”I was rocked by one orgasm after another, and I couldn't contain my pleasure any longer as I cried out, “Please… Master!”“Please?” Kurt laughed condescendingly. “Please what, you whore!”“Please”—I tried to catch my breath—“Make love to me.”Without any warning, I felt a slap on one. I have to do this. Move your hands and let me hold you again. Come on, that's it. Oh yes, I can feel it getting hard again. First comes the pain and now comes the pleasure. Trust me. Close your eyes and let my hand give you pleasure. I know, you love the feel of my hand."She continued her slow deliberate stroking and with her lips against my ear she continued her hypnotic whispering, "Just lie still. That's it. Let my hand sooth you. You know that you don't have any right to accuse me of.