Climbing out of the shower and reaching for a towel I noticed how rough if felt and made a mental note to add extra conditioner to the next wash.Smoot... and hairless I looked at myself in the mirror. And it was quite the transformation, even though I didn’t have much hair before, being totally without I seemed to have regressed in age by a few years, and with my mop of hair having grown for the last couple of months without being able to get it cut was down to below my ears, I looked somewhat. There we were, this strong young dog and his new bitch. He pounded the fuck out of my tiny vagina. I felt every thrust. I felt the veins of his penis rippling against my channel. I felt, with every pump, a hot jet of fluid squirt from the dog's cock, trying to impregnate me. I was scared. I wasn't sure if that could happen. Ozzy didn't care. He just held me tight and pumped and trusted his 10 inch cock into his whore. His balls continued to slam into me. They started to feel firmer at the top.. ”I continued to hold onto her, then bent over and kissed her arms along the scars, first left arm, then right.I had no idea what to say, but knew I had to say something.“Marta, look at me, please.” She didn’t.“Marta, I can ask you, or I can order you, please look up.”There was a long pause. “Order me,” she whispered.My jaw muscles tightened. “Marta,” I said in a louder voice, “Look at me!”She looked up.“Everything you just said may have been true, but no longer. If you’ll allow me, I will show. Master pleasures my body for an hour and a half. 90 minutes of continual orgasms. At one point I signal to Him that I can’t go on and He pauses looks me over and tells me that I haven’t reached that point yet and returns to making my body cum. He is right of course, I am not done and my orgasms now are huge, immense, shaking my core and Master is holding my head by my hair and watching me carefully. He quickens the pace and I can’t breathe anymore, can’t speak anymore; all I am is a.