He knew I wanted more."Please fuck me," I groaned softly. He smiled and pushed his granite cock back into my depths as he looked into my eyes. I shudd...red and moaned as he started to fuck me anew."Stroke your dick," he commanded. He thrust hard and fast into my ass and the room filled with the sound of slapping flesh. My hand was a blur on my cock and I knew I was close to an epic climax. I grunted hard with each powerful thrust of his big cock as waves of pleasure circled outward from my. She had once hated country music, or so she thought. There had been a time when she rejected her rural roots and almost got caught up in the big city whirl of a fashion model. Phil had changed that, not the Phil who was coming to record with her but the other Phil…her first true love…the first man who had ever excited her…the man in whose arms she always felt special, safe…loved. Phil had embraced his country upbringing, even taking pride in being a red neck. He had introduced her to country. That was the problem. I just knew if I caved, it would be little things at first, but then it would escalate. That was the way with any governmental organization.They all start out well meaning, but as they became more and more powerful, they start doing more, and expecting more from the people in return. The expectations the government had, were basically taxes and more taxes, and a reduction and erosion of your rights.More and more the courts have decided in favor of federal governments. You are a good pet and slave. I will reward you wellthis weekend."He took Belle's hands and lifted her up. They left the buildingto go to the hotel. Belle shivered, thinking of all the things that lay aheadfor the weekend.The hotel that Belle had found was an unusual one that catered to unusualsexual practices. There were slaves and masters, transvestites and many othersexually different fetishes represented.As they entered the hotel room Belle and Master Jon noted that there wererestraints.