I’m high enough rank to have en-suite, and not need to rely on the communal washing areas. Stepping around the busy cleaner, I cross towards my show...r, ready to warm the spray. First I intend to get clean, and then I’ll sit and consider whether should give up the last of my self-respect and go out looking for a screw.I never reach the taps.There is the smallest pain, just above my right hip. A pinprick hardly there, but enough to make me pause. No worse than a mosquito insect bite.I’m trying to. This time, however, my legs were lifted up and pinned to my shoulders. My first hint something was different was the way he moved. His hands seemed to hold me in a tighter grip. His movements were not as quick as before. But it wasn't until his cock started to stretch my already tortured ass apart that I realised this was a different guy. His cock was thicker and longer, and as he fucked into me, for the second time that night I gave a shout of pain. Because I was still slippery from the. He smiled, but weakly it seemed, and his eyes wereanxious. Still, even in his distress, even though he had betrayed me asif I was nothing to him, I had to admit that John was a handsome man.How saddened I was to think that there could be nothing but rancorbetween us ever again. A feeling of intense depression overwhelmed mesuch that Ginny had to steady me until I was in my chambers at last.The rooms, which overlooked the courtyard at the rear of the building,were bright and cheerful. The paper. So, I decide to get it second-handed, or should I say second-holed, just to taste that male elixir of the gods. So, I immediately drop to my knees, stick my face into her ass, and begin to tongue fuck her rosebud.Now I am starting to wonder if I am the slave to both Henrietta and Charlie. So far I've received pain, but no pleasure, from them both. Maybe this will be the turning point and I will begin to receive sexual satisfaction, too. But, either way, I have been ordered by my teenage Master.