I can feel that I’m going to orgasm and start to softly whine the pleasure building.And He stops suddenly.“Don’t you dare orgasm unless I say yo... can, do you hear Me?!” “Yes, Master. I won’t come until You say, I promise.”My legs trembled hard as I regained my composure so I wouldn’t orgasm. I can feel Him testing me as He sucks harder on my nipple, pulling at the other as the vibrator sends shock waves of pleasure against my clit. I don’t orgasm I push it aside being a good girl doing as He. All I did was just scream, cry, and yell for help, but I couldn't even do that because he covered my mouth. It felt like my vagina was getting shoved by a watermelon and that it was worst then getting my heart ripped out. There was nothing to compare it to than of how much it hurted to be fucked by my own dad's fat, long, and hard cock. Even getting burned alive or tortured to death alive wouldn't hurt as much as getting my vagina teared apart by a huge cock. At that moment I had nothing to. I shook my head mutely, my flesh still hot from her touch. I expected her to go to the bathroom to change, but I should have known better. She gracefully pulled her sweater over her head, revealing her perfect, bare tits. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she slowly opened her belt and unbuttoned her pants. She pushed them down her hips and legs and stepped gingerly out of them. She stood there in front of me, naked except for a tiny, white lace pair of panties and looking so incredible I knew my. By the time I’ve gotten his bare chest exposed to me where I can begin my assault, he grabs my wrists firmly but gentle. “Wait Baby…not yet…turn around.” He orders. I’m frustrated I want to touch him. I’ve wanted to be touching him since he had to leave for practice, but I do as he says because I know this is his game. His sweet torture. He makes me beg for what I want, what I always want, him. Now he has me bent over the dining table face down and ass exposed to him. He takes his hand sliding.