"Oh please, Master? Please let me take him, I'm begging you Sir." Don't beg HIM, you little cunt. He is too easy on you. You know who I am, bitch. Beg...me. Beg me hard!!" Please Demon Daddy! Please let me fuck you, My Demon Daddy, please!" Do you swear to me that you can get it all in one stroke, even if it hurts, slave bitch?" Yes Sir, please let me take it?" Then do it! NOW!"The moan that escaped her, as she took all of me, can only be described as "primal" Stay right there, slave! Don't move. Up further, teasing, slowly revealing. Now her bra-clad breasts were visible. A black bra, plain but enticing, holding those breasts up and together to form a valley that made my cock twitch. She wasn't huge, but larger than I had anticipated for such a petite frame. Even though her breasts were still hidden from view I could vividly picture myself licking down that valley and suckling on her nipples.There was another awkward moment as Sally took her shoes and tights off, but that was more than. The scene was as it has been for decades, changing in tone with generations, but not in substance. Thousands of people streaming down the wide sidewalks: colors of skin, hair and clothes, old and young, smiling and laughing, scowling and dying. Books, antique clothes, magazine stores, locals sitting on stoops, students trying to look cool on their first days at NYU. Smells of ginger/garlic/soy/sesame, pizza, souvlaki, onions and killerdogs.People waiting for buses, people peering into store. David had arrived at the house they shared in the country region of Haddin in far south western New South Wales where they both worked. Dianne had cornered David shortly after his arrival and threatened his manhood should he ever breathe a word of the affair that they had had three years before. It was typical of the man that he demanded a blow job for his silence on her wedding night. The knife she held against his throat as her hand tightly held his testicles threatening to make them explode.