.. the sort of kiss I get when I know she wants to take control. My hands couldn't resist and were sliding up and down her legs; her hands undid my zi... and grabbed my dick and balls. But instead of playing with them, she gripped hold of them firmly, and led me towards the bedroom, pushing me towards the chair by the desk we have in there, I was forced to sit down. She knelt before me and began licking and sucking my dick. My hands running through her hair. All of a sudden she grabbed my hand,. He then asks me in a dominant voice, "Do you like that, Little Slut?" "Yes master." He yells at me, "Say it right," as he uses his cock to slap mypussy. "Yes master, I love it when you finger my pussy" as he he unties my hands and pushes me to my knees. "Whose pussy am I fingering?" *slap on face with cock "Whose?" I knelt there not responding to him. He gets very upset and demands, "Whose pussy am I fingering?!!!" "Yours, master yours." "Thats right slut" as he beats my already red face with. ........I dial the number on my hands free and admire the car in front...............wondering how fast it can go in expert hands......I notice a couple in there and some steam on the edges of the windows...............She is sucking you expertly and you cock is so hard............you have your hands in her tights and fingering her hard.....she is so wet and grinding on your palm.........you want to fuck her.......you jump out of your door and make your way around the back of the car pulling. I rolled from my sleeping couch, the hilt of my katana in both hands, poised to strike. Barely did I glimpse a shadowy figure dart across the room and out the door. I sprang to the window, ducking under the thick curtains that hung there, my eyes straining through the gloom. Was that someone or was it only a trick of my eyes that seemed to flow from the tree in the courtyard to the wall and into the night? I carefully barred the door and waited until I knew the sun was up. Then I laid back down.