Take it. I want you.’ I ground out between clenched teeth, not sure if I could take much more of his teasing. He slowly withdrew, then suddenly gran...ed my wish and began to fuck me hard and fast, thrusting deeply with each movement. His rhythm matched mine. Rocking back and forth to his thrusts I tightened my pussy down on each of his outward movements trying to give him extra sensations with each motion. His hands dug deeply into my hips as he held me and pumped. I could hear his breathing. The plug nearly touched Lisas pussy lips and pushed her asscheeks apart.On the inside she could feel the tube and also the closing. Oh man, I'm really losing control now, she thought to herself.The next hours she refused to eat or drink.Not that anyone would have asked her to do so but she thought if she didn't eat somebody might come.Nobody did.She heard the man check the bottle without a refill but nobody opened the door.Of course Lisa gave in at some point because there was no use in dying. In the end she realized she was angrier at herself for behaving so weak. Rounding the corner of her street she said again, “No more.” Miranda decided what she needed was to stop wallowing. So she ran a bath to shave and buff every inch of her then showered to wash her hair. She was going out. She was sitting at the bar sipping on her third coconut mojito and watching the crowd. Her short, tight, ass hugging red dress and her four inch high, silver, peep-toed heels left little doubt that. I like Dom, Grey Goose and for beer? None of that nasty piss-water cheap shit. Make it imports, craft brews, shit like that. Got it? Good. And have plenty of food stocked up too. Steaks, burgers, shit for burritos, I love Italian. You'll be making it all so you better be a good cook or learn how. When you're in my presence you will not eat or drink, food at least. The following are substances which you are allowed to drink in my presence: my spit, my cum and my piss. Is that clear, slave.