He was right. Meg was mean. She came home late and woke me up with nothing but punches. I was going to hit her but I know its knew it wasn't her fault... she was just on her period. Yeah. She eventually stopped, and we slept like we normally did. That night was forgivable but she started to take advantage! I gave her a good sock in the arm after the 6th night of being used for a punching bag. "Meg, I don't like this, go to your bunk, jerk. Leave me alone." Ha, I made her cry! "NOO, I'll be. Master stood behind me listening, watching, and waiting. I loved to be on display for him. I loved it when he used me for his pleasure in the many positions he chose. I was his sex slave, here for his pleasure. He was my first love; he was my only love. He taught me the art of BDSM. As far back as I can remember I always wanted to serve and obey even before I knew what it meant to be a submissive.I loved the feel of his whip on my ass. He did it out of love. I was never really a bad slave. I. As my tongue started to slide inside Gina’s drenched pussy Stacy wrapped her lips around the head of my dick and slurped it into her mouth like it was spaghetti. That caused me to pause for a second, but only for a second. I started sliding my tongue in and out of Gina. Literally tongue fucking her. With Kat dancing her tongue all over Gina’s clit and lips and me tongue fucking her it wasn’t long before Gina was starting an orgasm. When I felt her young pussy starting to cum, I pressed my nice. Ten minutes after she called the out of town client I was working with asked me to join him for dinner. The restaurant he wanted to go to was on the other side of town — a side of town I rarely visited. It turned out that the reason he wanted to go there was that his daughter worked there as a waitress while attending college.We drove over, met his daughter and had dinner. After dinner he wanted to go to the lounge across the street and have a drink or two. The place was pretty dark inside.