He snatched her hand as she went to trace his cock again and slapped it hard. She squealed and he laughed. "You'll touch when you are told to touch."S...e nodded."Stand up," he ordered her and she complied immediately. Owen began to examine her, she was a fine specimen. Large breasts, wide hips, sweet unmarked skin and a pretty face on top of it all. He smiled. He liked.He reached out and gently touched her chin and raised her face up. He looked into her eyes. There was no fear there, hunger . .. ..She made satisfied little grunts, her tits flopping and swaying aroundbeneath her. 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'. Fred was at the restaurant already, having seated himself at a table in the corner. Joining him, they continued to talk about the same things they had shared about each other the night before. By the time they were done eating, he had brought up photographing her again. Amanda had hoped he would, and accepted the offer. Paying the bill, they left together, the short walk explaining how he had arrived before she had. Her new friend lived literally across the street, and rented out the apartment. "I'm in a mood bitch, and your number came up. Where is your "friend", slave?" He is where he is supposed to be, and keeping me hot and wet every second of the day, Master." When I say "Go", you will yank, not pull, but yank him out, am I understood, slave?" Yes Sir." Her voice was even more shaky."After that, you will wash him and treat him with loving care just like I told you before. When you finish that you will call me back. You know what NOT to do, correct my little ass slut?" Yes Sir. Am.