“Good girl. Now, do slaves wear clothes?” He asked.“Only if they please master.” “That’s my good little slut. Your dress no longer ple...ses me.” He said.Without further instruction, she slid her dress down her shoulders and let it fall to the floor at her feet.“On your knees whore.” He instructed. “Hands behind your head, mouth open.” Like the slave slut she is, she instantly obeyed.Without further conversation, he opened his jeans, pulls out his rock hard dick and forced all 7 inches all. I send him an e-mail in reply. I finish well within my fifteen minutes limit and look up towards Jo."All done?" she asks. I nod. "I hope you find this helpful. We think it helps to have some link back to the rest of the world. We know it can be a bit of a pressure-cooker in here. You need a little time to de-stress."I don't say anything, but it doesn't really feel like de-stressing to me. Whenever I think about the world back at the university and home, I'm just confronted by the extraordinary. Suddenly she stopped trying to avoid his hand and was instead rubbing back against it. Then he started teasing her, gently touching her swollen lips and then pulling away just as she tried to increase the contact and slapping her butt.Anita’s ass cheeks were now bright red and I could see his hand prints in her smooth skin but from the way she was breathing heavy and shaking her ass it was obvious that she was more sexually excited than I had thought."Please" Suddenly she whimpered and the. Let her adjust to your size.”Megan was sitting next to Ginny holding one of her hands, and with her other hand gently playing with her hair to help her sister relax and enjoy the experience. Scott pushed his dick into his sister and stopped when he saw her wince. After a moment Ginny said “Ok” and Scott pushed forward. Ginny winced again, gipping her sisters’ hand to manage the pain. Scott stopped and held his position to allow Ginny to adjust again. Looking intently into her lover’s eyes,.