I let out a strong yelp. He was big and even though my pussy was wet, it still hurt a bit. He was a raging dog. He started to fuck me hard, just the w...y I was hoping. With his free hand he would slap my ass and call me all dirty names and his white slut as his big black cock fucked my white pussy. I loved how he was fucking and ravaging me. And then it happened. He came. He came again but this time in my pussy. Mmmmm. I was moaning loud. Once limp, he pulled out and fell back on the bed. I. “Three years before the fire.”“Arson?”“Faulty electrical wiring. This was the first private residence in England to have electricity, you know. There were cowboy contractors even in those days!”She pulled a glass stopper from a decanter and flung it over her shoulder onto the floor, where it shattered into shards. “This one is known as Satan’s Blood.” Slopping the ruby red liquid into the goblet until it overflowed onto her gloved hands, she handed it to Mark. “See what you think.” Narrowing. I figured that if I played along, eventually I wouldfind a chance to escape and end this terrible ordeal once and for all.A few weeks later, I found myself still living as a captive in Tyrone'shouse. Melissa has been schooling me daily on how to live and act as agirl, and she always made sure I took my vitamins. I was beginning to getsuspicious about the vitamins, because my skin seemed to be changing - itwas getting softer and clearer - and I was getting a distinct sense thatfat was. Such conduct was cruel and unforgivable, and, even afterher mother's death at an early age, Daphne made it a point to rememberher father's callous, loveless, indifferent treatment of her and of theother girls and women whom he'd left behind, brokenhearted and discardedas if they were but so much trash.The men whom Daphne approached were handsome, and they had gorgeousbottoms that she would punish with her own hand, with a paddle, and witha razor strop. They had magnificent buttocks and tight.