You have the ability to switch from one to the other on demand. As you crawl closer, I get on my knees on the couch with my ass toward you. ‘Tell my...ass that you’re home.’ ‘Honey, I home’ you say sweetly, the tiredness still in your voice. Honey? ‘What’s this honey shit?’ I growl. ‘My ass is your MASTER! Try again!’ You’re still on all fours looking up at your fleshy master with a mix of trepidation and desire in your big brown eyes. ‘Kneel before your master and say your home and kiss my ASS!’. I would be leaving around the middle of August myself.Our last day of school was the following Wednesday, there was an informal party in the gym for the seniors and the teachers, kind of a farewell thing. The prom on Saturday night was the hottest topic, everyone had made plans, anticipation was very high. While I was standing there talking to Devon about football, Courtney walked up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I could tell by Devon’s reaction, it was bad news. I turned to see my. I am thinking over the past twenty-four hours. You have been teaching me a lot; everything from French kissing to intercourse. I’m a little sore, but I have had worse pain and I actually kind of like having this ache in my body. I think of how warm and safe I feel in this room, in your shirt. I smile a little as I hear your whispers of love echo in my head and remember your touches; both the soft and the rough. I am so lost in thought and in the beauty of the sunset that I don’t hear you wake. He held her by her hips as he forcefully rammed his prick in and out of his wife's bottom hole, enjoying not only the sight of his cock pulling and pushing against the tight orifice but also he liked the gurgling sounds and moans that came from her wide open mouth. He knew that these weren't moans of pleasure but of pain because of the hurtful thing he was doing to her.He chose that time, while she was so vulnerable, to inform Jill that she needed to get her daughter on the pill as soon as.