But Master continued. Kelly began to beg and plead for mercy, but Master continued. She screamed and yelled in pain, but Master continued. Finally ...elly just lay still upon the ground and cried and whimpered softly into the carpet. Master finally stopped. He turned Kelly over onto her back and took her brutally, thrusting deep into her cunt, bruising her cervix with the depth of his penetrations.They tell me it is just hallucinations, but my body is covered in bruises and welts, and I hurt. ”I told her here was fine. It was up to me to start the talking so I did. The image of her being filled at both ends kept popping into my mind as a major distraction. I saw her mouth as a receptacle for another cock, not mine. It was a good thing her sex parts were covered. Where to start?“I thought you were supposed to wait seven years before you got that itch. We’ve barely been married seven weeks and you’re fucking around, or haven’t you waited that long?”She was downcast and repentant. Frantic she hopped out of the tub, quickly got into her patent pink leotard, black skirt, pink belt, black heeled boots, mocha pantyhose and trademark pink cape. She cursed, well cursed for Superchick, ‘Darn it, I forgot my panties.’ She began to remove her leotard when she felt the urgency of a girl in crisis. She flew quickly to the rescue and arrived in an abandoned building, ‘why is it always an abandoned building?’ she thought to herself. Once inside, she saw a damsel in distress and flew. 'Now, what do I do? And, why did I use my real name? In fact, why did I use my real e-mail address? Now, they know who I am and how to reach me. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, after all.'It’s getting late, so you decide to go to sleep and decide what to do in the morning. Besides, you don’t want to appear too eager. 'Wait,' you think. 'I’m not actually going to reply, am I? Am I?'You close your laptop and slide your toys to the other side of the bed. For some reason, you’re not horny.