It was an extremely graphic picture of a huge black cock behind a girl on all fours. The text banner read, "This is how I like to get fucked! A real m...n with a big, black cock." I didn't know what the fuck that meant, but I was so angry I could barely breathe! I immediately went looking for his browser history. I never went into his phone for anything so he could have been doing anything on there. I know he looks at porn, but this is our anniversary and this has been sent to him specifically.. I am walking a tightrope, so aroused, so close, but not enough to cum again. He uses the plastic plumbing rod on me then, a lot. There is a floor mirror next to my bed. He tells me to watch while he hits me. It's hard to do and I am slow to raise my head to look. He says nothing, but I sense his impatience. I look at his face. His eyes burn into mine, he means what he says. He waits, he knows I will obey. I turn my head so that I have to watch what he's doing in the mirror. I watch his. She brushed against me more than once as I gave her the house tour, and her flushed happiness was as erotic as her soft hands on my arm. ‘I think you’re a wonderful professor,’ she blurted out, ‘I mean… you explain things, and… I get it.’ ‘Thank you,’ I said, ‘you seem like a fine student, and I think it will be a pleasure to have you in my class.’ She blushed again, and said softly, ‘I hope I’m a good schoolgirl…’ Not ‘student.’ ‘Schoolgirl.’ Hmmmm… I decided to go out on a limb… with a. He contemplated her with satisfaction. Her fan—tastic body, convinced him he had made a good buy.The posture was real torture for Claire. Her toes were dislocated, her shoulders out of joint, her back was painful and she had cramps in her legs and arms. Tears and sweat ran down her face. Her stomach was heaving from the pain."In the future you will address me as Master. You will remain kneeling, seated on your feet in my presence. You will place your hands behind the back of your neck and wait.