“OK, yes, I’m wet.” Carol admitted, “But now it’s porn time! Sung Hee, you drew number one, so now it’s time for you to stand and deliver!...�� Carol said looking straight at Sung Hee. Carol reached over and picked up her smart phone. “Give me a second here and let me get the video cam up….OK, we can start now.” Carol’s voice took on the persona of a television talk show host, loud and clear. “Here’s our very own Sung Hee Thompson, ready to give us a big show!” The red ‘record’ light was activated. "Go slow." He said.I backed off and then sucked more into my mouth. Each time I began to gag I stopped and moved his cock back. I soon found I could take a little more each time. With one more try, his cock slid into the first part of my throat. I pulled back and did it again, and again. My nose would touch his pubic hair but there was still more cock to go. I did not think I could take all of him and did not even try. What I had in my mouth was delicious, hot and I was loving it.I pulled his. Then she took the bottle of lavender shampoo that Master told her to use and poured some into her hand. She washed her hair, rinsed and then conditioned it with the lavender conditioner that Master told her to use. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back as she let the conditioner do its work, thrusting her body out and letting the warm water rain down on her breasts and her belly. Miriam was careful to be close enough so that the water did not spray onto the little mound of flesh above. Worse, she had known that she was displeasing him, and had done it anyway.At twenty, the pain was overwhelming, and she simply lay there, her hands tangled in the sheet, deep, sobbing gasps rocking her body as he continued to beat her. She deserved this, her mind seemed to scream, deserved to be punished for denying herself, for denying that she was a slut, a mere animal in heat. As much as she wanted the pain to end, she didn’t want it to ever end, for it wiped away all doubt, all fear, all.