Once he even made me hand write it twenty-five times while he fucked me slowly with the thick mahogany nameplate that’s probably still on his desk t...day. It took me three tries until the legibility met his requirements.The truth at that time was that I didn’t like a lot of pain, right at the beginning or at all. But I suppose one could call it an acquired taste, like beer or 19th century American novels. And it didn’t take me very long to grow to appreciate it, like it, even need it. But. Then gradually inch by inch he eased the whole lengthinside. As his manly balls touched my sissy nuts I realised I had beenholding my breath and let it out, I also noticed Slave Jenny was watchingme."You're a real gurl now," she murmured.I blushed bright red but a ripple of pleasure ran down my spine and thepain subsided a little. Satisfied that I had adjusted to his cock Masterbegan to slowly fuck me. As we were being fucked by our superiorsMistress Shelly spoke."Bitch! See that spunk drying. "Yeah, that's better. What? Oh, okay."Angela turned to Jordan. "It's for you," she said, handing the phoneover.Just then, the cab turned left into a valley drive between two hills."Hello Jason? Hey, what's up?" Jordan struggled to hear his friendthrough the static. "I'm sorry, you're breaking up. There's really badservice here."Jordan listened for a second."It dropped," he said, looking at the phone. "Don't the people here needgood cell phone service?" It's my cheap provider," explained Angela.. Both of my hands were rubbing her pussy now. The journey from her neck to her ass was eternal. My hands were full of her juices and her back was full of mine meanwhile she kept on moaning. I could clearly sense her gap with my tongue now. I pushed her to bent down so that my tongue could reach her depths. She obliged.“Aaaaaah .. it has been years since someone went down there… with tongue” she said when my tongue was about to reach her asshole. I was already between her cheeks and had licked.