‘Tell Me, then. Tell Me what you want, slut. I want to hear your words,’ I said. ‘I… I want your cock, Master,’ she groaned. I could hear th... desperation and need in her voice. ‘No, tell Me what you want, slut.’ I repeated. ‘Oh God Master,’ she cried, ‘I want your cock in my cunt! I want you to fuck your slut. Fuck me, Master, please…’ ‘That’s more like it. You know how I like it when you talk dirty. I want a foul-mouthed slut.’ ‘Yes, Master.’ ‘Now fuck that dirty cunt! Fuck yourself with your. Her platinum-blonde-wigged head withglistening hot-pink lips wrapped around the base of a penis gag is cockedto the left, held this way by the thick white rope stretched taughtbetween the doll's neck and the hook in the sealing. The doll pushes upoff her toes, raising her body to give the rope a bit of slack to take abreath and sinks onto a black, ribbed, glistening with the lubricantconical dildo, mounted on a shiny metal pole between doll's shaking legs,disappearing inside her, just behind. On the Tuesday, while going to the customs office I saw a man walking to the post office looking like Mr Roger the soap factory supervisor (chapter 01). I walked quickly and said good morning Mr Roger, he stopped and turned and he was surprised to see me. He said he left the soap factory nearly two years ago for a better job in a distillery which he already left because he his migrating to England the following week.He said his wife is at her parents place in the South close to the Airport and. My face got slapped from both sides before the two of them stomped out in different directions. Jessica heard the commotion, of course. She slipped down the stairs when it had quietened down, only to find me sitting on the sofa with my head in my hands."You've got to slow down, Mark," she said as she sat next to me and draped a comforting arm about my shoulders.It wasn't meant to be a sexual gesture, but I'm a healthy man of 22 and Jessica wasn't wearing anything except the nearly-transparent.