As Mistress's strikes grew in velocity, so did my moans and whimpering. Mistress seemed unfazed by it.Mistress paused, and looked me in the eyes."I'm ...oing to punch you in the balls bitch."there was little time between the words and the strike. Mistress punched me in the balls. i'm not going to pretend that Mistress gave me a full fledged punch to the balls, but it was by far the hardest blow yet.my breathing increased, my eyes widened ad Mistress watched me."I like that, lets do it again." and. Feeling his head at her lips again, she took his cock - now much firmer - into her mouth, managing to comfortably get about half in. She held the bottom half of his dick in her hand, stroking him in rhythm with her mouth for a few minutes until she knew he was completely ready. She got back on to her hands and knees and shook her ass at him, begging him to come fuck her hard. He rubbed his cock up and down against her slit, letting her wetness lubricate him. Then, without warning, he lined up. ”she opens as wide as she could.I force my dick down her throat, and slowly pull it back, again, and again, untill i decide i just wanted to ram her face.And so i did, smacking her face as do so, one in a while, ripping my dick from her mouth, slapping her with it, before returning back to her…well MY fuck hole…Reaching her ass, i spread her cheeks apart, i stand back up shoving my hand down her throat till she gaged, and slobber dripped from my finger tips, i continue to fuck her face, while. Oh no! Why today of all days? She burst into tears; Paul and Yvonne weren’t here yet! She was inside a Confederacy extraction and they were outside. There was some announcement about dropping guns and colored lights, but she wasn’t listening. Frantically she pulled out her phone and hit Yvonne’s speed dial. Nothing. She tried Paul’s number, just in case. Again nothing.“What’s wrong mommy? Why are you crying? Can we go on the My Little Pony Ride? Do you want some of my cotton candy? It’s really.