He use to put his hand around me and literally choke me to death. It was insane!! I'm not sure what pleasure he got out of it, but every time he did...that I use to get my revenge by plastering him with my creamy white goo. I was like a volcano when I got going.When I was small, I use to lay in my master's pouch and he would keep me covered and warm. Each day he will pull me out and I will help him to water the pool to help fill up the water. Alternatively, I would sit dangling in the toilet. “Come here Ben, and remove my knickers please.” He came over, knelt down, hooked his thumbs inside the elastic of my knickers and gently pulled them down, his face brushing against my hair mound. I looked down at him, and said “I see your erection is back. That is very naughty you know.” “I’m sorry” he said earnestly. “It’s not all bad Ben. Things will be different to when your Mother disciplined you. Later, you will lick me, there” I said pointing at my now wet glistening hair “but first. "Aren't you supposed to be at gymnastics?"Her smile broadened, eyes opening to look at me, such beautiful pale blue eyes.It may have been the residual frustration still residing in me from two unsuccessful days of trading. It may have been the frustration of the drive home. It even may have been frustration at not having her with me every minute of every day. I didn't know, but when Cassie told me she was skipping practice I lost my temper. It infuriated me that she'd sacrifice something. It felt as wonderful as always to have a cock rammed intoher little pooper, but something was missing... It had felt better whenhe first thrust in, because he was angry and almost trying to hurther...She flicked her long hair back casually and looked over her shoulder, acruel, mocking smirk on her face. "Is it in yet?" she asked, her eyeslaughing. "'Cause it just feels like there's some teensy little wormtryin' a climb up in there. I bet a toddler's pinky could..."He reddened, his jaw setting,.