“Take it in your mouth.” I began sobbing again and whimpering “N-no, p-please…” He tried again, trying to force his cock into my mouth, but ... kept my mouth shut and turned away. “Alright, you fucking bitch, let’s play it your way!” Angered, he lunged at my arm and dragged me to my feet. “NO!” I panicked and screamed. Quickly he pushed me hard against the cold wall and muffled my screams. He began tearing through my shirt fully exposing my tits. He took one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking my. It was beautiful. I cleaned him up with my mouth and wiped the remainder from my face. He gave me a goodnight kiss on the forehead and I left him and went home. I masturbated for two solid hours and came several times thinking about my evening. *** For the next few days I was depressed. I figured that I lost my girlfriend for good and that I was in falling in love with a guy I could never be myself with. I was a mess. This lasted a few weeks until in early January. The boss was giving funny. I was thorough, constantly rubbing my free hand over myself checking I hadn’t missed anywhere. When I was sure I was totally smooth I stepped under the hot water and began washing myself. I took my time, everywhere was cleaned and thoroughly rinsed. I’d been waiting a long time to kneel before Master again, I wanted everything to be perfect. I turned the water off, wrapped myself up in a towel, stepped out of the shower and continued to prepare for Master’s visit. Once dry I moisturised my. Where her insulation was thin, her musculature rose to the surface, lurking just beneath her white fluff. She was wearing a leather sling to cover her chest, along with the customary loincloth, tied around her waist like some kind of giant string bikini. She was peppered with scars, pink trails where the hair follicles had been damaged and could no longer grow. Her back was practically a tapestry of struggle and battle. Schaffer lacked the shared vocabulary to ask her where she had gotten.