I stopped in the middle of the floor and turned to Jennifer. “Do you really think of me that way?” I asked, my voice coming out a little hurt. “...ave you always thought of me as a whore?” My lips trembled on the last word. Jennifer walked up to me until we were nose to nose. She reached down and cupped me firmly. “Aren't you? Because I think that’s exactly what you are.” She grabbed my neck and kissed me, pressing so hard that I had to open my mouth or risk cutting my lips on my teeth. She. “I’m you’re master now. I will tell you the rules of my house once and only once. If you break one or wilfully disobey me I will punish you. First, you must call me Master or Sir at all times. Second you will dress in what I give you without complaint. Third you bath and wash me every night and then you bath yourself in front of me, the in scents I give you. Fourth you will speak only when spoken too and fifth you will do what I say when I say. For example if I tell you to suck my cock you will. I had my own room there where I laid out my things that were just for the benefit for any visitors that might drop in, in particular her family members as she liked to look as respectable as possible for them, whereas in reality I took over the master bedroom. Sundays was still our best time where we would enjoy breakfast in bed, make love then have a leisurely bath together. This would be followed by her giving me a nice oil massage, then decide what we wanted to do for the afternoon. I had. You were so open and wet from the fucking that you just got that the large head slipped easily inside your tight tunnel. You stopped with it just inside to get used to its girth, but John was past being gentle. He started making short stabs into you, going a little deeper each time before pulling back and stabbing again. My cock had long strings of pre-cum dripping from it, as it stood stiff against my stomach. It was so hard that it was painful, and I knew if I touched it I would loose.