There was no stopping him, he slapped my face hard again and again, shouting at me, forcing his big cock down my throat, it wasn’t as long as master... but it was thicker and was tight, but it popped down my throat, slapping my face, fucking me, banging my head against the wall. He didn’t stop, I was hoping he would cum, but every time he was close he stopped, and lent against me, and put his balls in my mouth whilst holding my nose, breathing was difficult! Then he would go again, and again and. He smiled at me and said, “You smell nice.”Me: Thanks, man. Would you like to clean up before bed?Sam: I kinda want to, but I don’t have any other clothes with me right now.Me: That’s not a problem, you can wear mine.Sam: Really? You don’t mind?Me: Of course, man, wait, I’ll pick something for you to wear.I started searching in my wardrobe for something that would fit him. I found an old heather blue gym t-shirt of mine, which I haven’t used in a long time cause it was too tight for me. I also. She also noted that neither of her host had yet to touch the goop. She had not taken her bag off when she sat on a stool at the large table. She reached around and in the top, whispered a word and a small pouch suddenly was in her hand. She pulled it out and opened the tie string, then after a quick sniff of the contents, she sprinkled a pinch on the goop and stirred it in. When the smells faded, she resealed the pouch and returned it to her bag.“What was that dear?” asked the wife, who was not. That…she thought devilishly...she could defiantly make happen for her Master. Every morning during the work week, before Marissa leaves for work at 7am, she texts her Master, Mark. The text contains the same phrase and attached is the same type of photo. "Master, how may I serve u today?", as well as a selfie of her kneeling. During some weeks, in the photo he wants her wearing her work clothes, sometime just the undergarments he purchases for her, or he may request her naked with a mirror.