"The rings we are going to use is much larger than the rings usually used on slave girls," Manu's voice was even, didactic, "also we do not have time ...or the usual healing time, so we shall cauterize the holes with these little red hot iron rods."Lila tried to concentrate on her breathing, forcing herself to take even, deep breaths, although she felt panic churning in her stomach. She feared losing control, even though, now, tied as she was, it would not make a difference. Still, she retained a. All of which he did for years, which turned me into the woman I am today. I regret it all, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t make me dripping wet.I remember how I had been crying as he fondled and slapped my bouncy tits that he made me take out for him. When he finally fucked me on top of his desk, it was the worst pain of my life, my every sob making his cock only harder. I was crying like I hadn’t since I became a teenager, and that finally started to annoy him. “Don’t you even want to be a. Once again my spine arches, thrusting my breasts forward as though being put on proud display. With two fingers hilted deeply inside, I feel my walls squeezing and pulsating, my hips beginning to rock. Hardly able to stand the pleasure, I adjust my position so I am standing on my knees, one hand resting on the trunk of the tree for balance. Only then do I begin rising and lowering onto my fingers, riding them as I would a man. Within, I curl my fingers so they press firmly against that deep. “Alright, so this is going to sound crazy, but I think that I love you.” I looked down at the ground. I couldn’t believe that I had honestly just said that! Oh well, I started and I might as well finish. “You love me? Like, you love my teaching?” I shook my head, my brown hair bouncing up and down on my shoulders. “No, as in I love you. I love your laugh, your smile, your personality.” I wrapped a strand of hair around my finger, my bag in the crook of my arm. “I just love you.” “Gianna, I’m.