“Put it back in,” she demands. “Fuck me hard my horny man,” she moans.Their pumping finally hits rhythm and Tim fucks like an a****l in heat. ...he bed is bouncing and Bonnie wraps her legs around Tim to hold on for dear life. With the bed squeaking loudly, the sun is going to crash into earth, life will end here Bonnie thinks to herself. Bonnie reaches around Tim’s backside running her fingers down his back digging into the flesh. Her hand travels the length of his back arriving at his tight. She felt totally abandoned. Finally, she called a number she’d promised herself never to call again.As usual, she got a recording. “Master, this is slut 273. I beg for an appointment. I will call back later.”When she called back and identified herself, the phone was picked up. “You’ve been gone a long time, slut 273,” a voice she didn’t recognize said. “Come Friday at 7 pm. Bring $2,000.”The $2,000 nearly cleaned out her account. Paying off the Visa Gold on Jonathan’s orders had drawn the. He started to thrust into my mouth, pulling his cock to my lips, then back down my throat. “Fuck, I’m cumming,’ he groaned as the first jet sprayed down the back of my throat. Jet after jet pulsed its way into my mouth, as my climax engulfed me, I found myself sucking so hard on that beautiful young cock in my mouth, to drain him fully And was rewarded by the sounds of one very satisfied man. He jumped back into the spa to watch his friend complete his task. His friend was pumping into me with. The whole situation really was my fault I suppose. I had been sending flirty texts and teasing comments all day, knowing with each one he had only grown more aggravated. He vowed that if I persisted I would surely be punished. I knew I had crossed the line in sending pictures of myself in nothing but a silk robe. I also knew when he got his hands on me I would pay desperately in pain and pleasure.I pulled myself from the bed's warm embrace and crossed to the full-length mirror to survey the.