Please remove your stupid male clothesnow. And do not touch yourself or I will be angry."She came back in fifteen minutes, dangling a variety of items...before myface, including an exquisite rubber corset and her butter-soft leatherpants, teasing me with a knowing smile. I stood trembling in front ofher, fully exposed in my fetish lingerie, my erection pushing evenharder against my rubber panties.My mouth went dry. I stared with lust at her lavender rubber rompersthat caressed every curve of her. Looking down through half closed eyes I saw the froth from our frenzied fuck coating his cock as the last ropes of sperm stretched from his deflating cock to my battered cunt. I collapsed, totally drained from the exertion of multiple orgasms, curling up beside him. I was sore. Sore from being battered and stretched by his magnificent onyx colored member, his less than gentle treatment of my breasts. But I was thoroughly sated. I lay there with my head on his chest, the last vestiges of orgasm. Of course, he was stronger than me. He extricated himself from between my legs. He quickly mixed the contents of a packet of instant coffee with some sugar, milk powder and hot water.“No milk at home?” I asked, watching him from my perch on the counter.“Not the kind you get from cows.” He giggled and stroked his cock over his underwear.“Naughty fucking pervert,” I said and giggled back.He came back to me with his cup. He raised it to his lips, but I stopped him. “No, daddy. Wait.”I got off the. The scarring had healed pink and puffy across her lids andeyebrows. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, the pupils opaque discs. I staredin fascination at the mutilation as I pounded into her gripping sphincter. As my passion mounted towards my climax a corner of mind was aware thatsomething was wrong. Some nagging detail that was not as it should be.Something I couldn't put my finger on like a word on the tip of my tongue, ora face glimpsed in a crowd that I couldn't put a name to. As I.