Tracy needs to be different.Fuckslit, the slave Tracy is being trained to replace, had been my personal slave. The one I used most regularly for sexu...l gratification and as a vent for frustrations. My personal slave needs to be special in a number of ways. They have to be broken, but not destroyed. Resigned to pain or death at a whim, but not emotionally dead as to not fear the whip. They need to be perfect. A delicate balance of humiliation and resignation. After all, it isn't fun if she. Her breath starts to come in pants, and her face is drawn into an expression of impending orgasm. I can’t believe that I could make her cum so quickly and easily, and in this public place! I can’t stop now, but I am fearful that her noise and movement level is increasing. With my left hand, I reach down to my own groin, and adjust my cramped erection to allow it to snake more freely down the leg of my trousers.Light gasps start to escape from her lips, and her eyes close again. She grimaces and. I have kept score. So far, every finger you’ve got, your cock, and your tongue have been in there and it’s been nice for me, too. I can’t help but be the least bit jealous, though. It’s like I’m supposed to feel lucky that I’m attached to it. You are such a troll. I let you name it because I didn’t want you to think that was all I was when you said MY name. Of course, you love my boobs, too, and etc, etc, but I refuse to let you name them. I have, but I won’t tell you. Girls have to have some. He was suckling on my breasts. I told him, “My stomach and vagina are painful because of all the bleeding. I don’t think I will be able to do it again”. He said, “Just let me have your breasts for a while, they are so plump. I could never imagine someone can have breasts like these”.I asked, “Like these, what do you mean?” He said, “Madam, you have boobs of an angel. I have seen so many boobs, no girl had such breasts like yours. They are white like milk, soft and bouncy like a ball of wool,.