..even making sure I had food and water, even if it was from an old dog bowl. Piss-Master had gotten into the habit of pissing into the food before pu...ting it on the floor for me, and I had grown not only used to it, but to look forward to it! Certainly he wouldn’t let any harm come to his property.As we drove, Piss-Master suddenly put his right hand on Cock-Master’s neck and started pulling him down towards his lap.“Hey, what the fuck….,” Cock-Master objected, but was quickly cut off my. She clawed at my back and moaned taking all of me inside of her. "Tear my pussy up Daddy, show me who the boss is." I felt my cock get bigger as she said those words. I secretly loved being called daddy in bed. For a second I thought she was reading my mind. I placed my hand on Cydney's throat as I fucked her senseless. Her pussy was getting increasingly wet as my cock went in and out of her. "Don't stop Jason don't you dare fucking stop!" To Cydney's surprise I pulled out midway and told her. Be still my throbbing heart!The raw music, the dimly lit smoky haze, the smell of excitement; it all blended together into an atmosphere bent toward secrets, intimacy, and sex.I stalked her with my gaze while she ordered a mixed drink, then nibbled delicately on a bar pretzel. She wasn't hiding in her dark corner; no, her eyes were constantly moving, watching, evaluating.There was no visible tension in her body; she relaxed languidly, fluidly, with an arm on the back of her stool, her supple. “Maddi, we need to get married soon. We can’t keep messing up our purity like this. We’re breaking God’s heart.”“I know, honey. I know.” Maddi cooed in the girl’s trembling ear. “Just trust me, okay? Everything’s under control.” She kissed her cheek.“Everything’s under control.” She muttered to herself, leaning her full weight on the door. Maddi’s bony knuckles popped and snapped as she flexed her hands. A few minutes passed before the deadbolt clicked and signaled Maddi to be ready herself..