At the heart of it all was a list which churned the gears of this dreadful machine forward. It was a series of daily tasks that Dominique must perform... One of those items thoughtfully suited one of Dominique's personal hobbies: her joy of reading.When the lights turned on, and my eyes adjusted to Dominique standing there above me once again, I felt relieved, at least at first. She was dressed in pink cotton pajamas that looked comfortable and non-intimidating. She waved a thick book at me, with. "Just don't cum in me," she said with a caught voice. It was really hurting her just to have her cheeks spread. I won't if I remember not to, I thought to myself, but said nothing.I pushed the tip of my cock against her asshole, and she inhaled again. Her arms gave way and she collapsed over the dais."Ow, ow, stop!" she cried, but I wasn't about to do that. She told me she wanted it, so she was going to get it, and I didn't care how much it hurt her. I pushed my dick hard, but at first all that. I let out a high pitched moan, struggling against the rope binding my hands. You lick back and forth again and say "Are you sure?" You ask. "Yes! Please just," I say, feeling desperate and wet. "Please what?" You ask. "Please give me more. I need you, baby." I say. And with that you go in, licking up and down my wet, freshly shaved pussy. I moan and lift my hips, begging for more. You slap the side of my ass "Stop moving."I whimper but hold still as you pick up the pace and start to insert a. I wanted to fuck her in the worst way and make her mine for good. Sweat was pouring from both of us. Each stroke produced the sound of my nuts slapping against her ass cheeks. I was getting deep as was humanly possible and Cheryl was taking every hard inch I possessed. We must have fucked like that for close to a half hour. All that hard gripping of Cheryl’s ass muscles had me nearly ready to cum. I pounded her tight hole a few more strokes and then I couldn’t hold it any longer. ‘I’m cumming!’.