That smile. This joy, its more than sex, its our chemistry. I really enjoy you, Travis.” For a moment we just stared at each other, not even mindin... the game, he rubbing my thigh, and I rubbing his cheek, and then he said it. “I fucking love you. Whether we’re on this couch, or walking at the boardwalk at Santa Monica. I need you, want you, and will do anything for you, your pleasure is my pleasure baby.” I could’ve went to Las Vegas and married this man after he said that. Al and I always. I know that you always know what is best for me.Chapter 2I grab your hair, and look right into your eyes. "I can't believe that your cunt is dry. I have warned you about this haven't I"? You try to shake your head yes...but I just jerk your hair tighter and slap your face several times. You remember the time that Master came home early from work and caught you masturbating to the porn movie. You were dragged off the bed, bound to your bench and both your fuckhole and ass were beaten till they. Slowly opening my bedroom door, I could see her in the TV room. I ducked into the bathroom, slipping the soaking panties into the clothes hamper.Its been five years since my dad left us, just after my ninth birthday, so there are only the two of us in our apartment now. “Hey mom what’s wrong?” she had the laptop open on a browser page. It didn’t look like she had found my porn.“Oh christof, can you help me, I was going to buy a new pair of jeans and I hear you can shop online for clothes, will. How I’d strip my cloths off slowly, not letting the men near me even when down to just high heels panties and stockings, always wanting to show off pulling my panties down with my back to the audience slowly lowering those panties passed my bum cheeks showing my puckered hole, swaying to imaginary music I new I was doing it and they loved it. I remember always I’d reach back putting one hand on each cheek to spread my arse further and expose the little pink wrinkled button with the slightly.