“You’re a big boy, aren’t cha?”, and then she drops his paws and lets him bounce around her legs as she rubs the scratches on her forearms (sh... does this quickly, hoping we won’t spot that she was hurt by his claws). Smiling the whole time, but taking a few deep breaths that uncover she’s maybe a little more nervous than she’s letting on.She looks up at the camera and says, “I think we should get straight to it, eh? I wanna get started right away – I just want some doggy cock!” And she laughs a. “From now on, you shall call me Mistress, or you will feel the sting of my crop.” Ha! The sting of my crop. Nice – she’s really getting into this role-play thing. Without warning, she whacked my hard-on with the business end of a black riding crop. Where the fuck did that come from? “Yes, Mistress,” I grunted through clenched teeth as she closed the cuffs around my wrists and secured them to the bed posts. As soon as I was secure in restraint, she bent over and took my meat back into her mouth,. I'll be right out."My MASTER was certainly being awful nice to me. And I wandered if she wasn't up to something. But when she came out to the RV she allowed me to take a nap, which I did. I was very tired from the weekend."Slut wake up! We are at the resturant and I want you to go in while I park."Wow had two hours passed that fast? I must have been more tired than I realized.When I got into the resturant and asked for a table that was supposed to be reserved under my MASTERS name, the. Go ahead, hon. Let it go.’I cringed. This was humiliating. But I had to go so badly I really didn’t care at this point. My face burned with shame. I attempted to keep my face hidden by my long hair, but Conner swept my hair back over my shoulder. I was finished.‘Okay, little bitch. That was great! Keep squatting, hon and spread those lips so I can see your clit. Oh yah, rub your clit. That’s right. Now I want you to put your finger in your wet cunt. Yah, move that finger in and out. You want.