It was quite obvious that she had made love to someone the night before, but she couldn't remember who it was.Then she dimly remembered a man in her b...droom. She could remember the man had a huge penis and she had sucked him off. That was how she got the semen in her mouth. Then they had made love. She couldn't believe that she had been so drunk that she had invited a man into the house while Justin had been there. How stupid could she be? What if he had caught her in the act, she shuddered.. All the time slave looked at her unblemished skin. Shebecame outraged—how could Master be so cruel to her and leave thisperverse slut unmarked. It seemed so unfair that she had to endure suchagony. Then her mind began towrestle with the choice of confronting master. What go would that do, hewould just fuck the slut in the ass and make her watch. But she also feltthe last remnants of her former self start to stir. How dare he, she thought.It was not fair and Master knew it. She also knew that. I went straight back for a second look, but she resisted my advance. We laughed and fought each other for a while, but ultimately she lost and I got her pants down again, this time copping a feel as well as a look. By this point I really wanted her to touch me, so I stood up and pulled out my dick again. I took her hand and put it on my cock, telling her to grab it, stroke it and explore it. Every so often she pulled back, but I grabbed her hand and put it back on my dick every time. As she. She looked at my hairy crotch with my dick pointing at her, then she looked at my face. Instead of stuffing it into my shorts, I put my hand around it and stroked it once. “That feels so good,” I said. “Lyle, what in the world?” I stoked myself again, letting her see my hand wrapped around my, now very stiff cock. “I’m thinking of you, Grands,” I said. “I’m thinking of your big hot tits.” Her eyes widened. “My tits?” She.