My clit was throbbing and yearning for his touch, but he only grasped my hips and pulled me to him. “Whose asshole is this?” he asked and thrust h...s cock inside me, his thighs pressing into my ass. “It’s yours, Master,” I whispered, grateful that I could answer without reservation. “And what is it for, slut?” He asked me, pulling his cock almost completely out and then pressing it in to the hilt as I answered, “For your pleasure, Sir,” I shuddered as the first waves of an orgasm I hadn’t even. I felt her lean close to my ear and whisper. "I gave you my heart." Another sob and then, "I love you."The pain twisted into my broken body right then. I imagined it was penance for the pain I inflicted on those whose lives I took.Grace continued sobbing. "Don't you leave me, not now, not this way Angel."I looked at Death, a shadowy figure cloaked in his robe standing there almost ready to part Grace and I from the lover's perfect world.Grace pulled the pointed shaft of wood out of my chest,. .Gregory,” I finally got out, with some force. I felt bad saying his name out loud in this situation. He was such a nice guy and I should not be doing this to him. He deserved better then that. I began to pull my myself up off the floor of the tree house, when Henry pulled me back down. He then slowly began to run his hand up the inside of my thigh, starting at my knee. I could feel every hair on my body stand on end and my body began to slightly shake. “Does Greggy boy make you feel like. After number seven, I got the idea to spice this up a little and hit her crack instead. Susan groaned immediately, when the cane made contact with the softer tissue around her bung hole. “Good, Sir! You need to be very firm with me! Thank you, Sir, for taking care of me!” After the last one, my hands itched to caress her red hot bottom. “Well, Ms. Susan, I hope you are learning you lesson,” patting her hot buttocks. “Yes, Sir. I hope so, too,” getting up slowly from her bend over position.