I just want to be your fucktoy, whose only purpose is to serve your cock. I want to wipe your cum all over my face, and have you use me any way you wa...t, and have you fuck me hard and hurt me, and make me suck your cock… and… and anything else your cock wants… that’s what I want.“Please, Master? Please?”I smiled and said, “Very well, Sara. You may be my fucktoy, not a woman, not a lady, not even human. You exist only to please me. Is that what you want?”She opened her eyes, those gorgeous, big. She was gentle, loving, sweet, and slow in her actions. Her hands resting on my shoulder, as we continued to stare in each others eyes, showing the expression of ecstasy we both were feeling. Sharing this wondrous sexual encounter together. My hands held her hips, using them as a form of guide to help her hips sway.She thrust her upper body upon me, while pulling my face towards her. Forcing her shapely breasts into my face, as if instructing me of what she wanted me to do. I opened my mouth,. Atlanta was much in the same position not wanting to move due to Ura's hand on her breast. She cooed at the only man she ever loved. She had been twelve at the time and over six foot tall while Ura was at the same age but only five foot tall. He had a quick growth spurt at about seventeen but still ended up six inches shorter than her. However at this time height didn't mean much between the sexes.They relaxed until the sun showed its face on the eastern horizon. They climbed down into the wet. . yeah, I wanna talk to you about something ... sit down, yeah, get comfortable, be comfortable. Hey, you doin’ alright, doin’ good, are ya?”“Yes, Tony, I’m doing fine.” I tried to keep a little of the condescension out of my voice and gave him my best fake smile. What’s going on? He seems ... strange ... like he’s... When I sat down in the chair in front of his desk, I saw a mirror with white lines of powder on it amongst the chaotic mess of papers on his desk. I quickly averted my eyes. I’d.