“Just how owned are you, pig?”“Every fucking part of me is owned by you, Sir. All of me belongs to all of you, to use and abuse in any manner th...t it pleases my owner to do so, Sir! I swear it to you on my life, Sir!”“Who is swearing all of this to me, pig?”“Your property, your bitch, your piggy cunt, your piggy slut, your fat nasty cunt, your fat nasty ass, and anything else that this nasty piece of shit could ever possibly be for you, Sir. You name it and I am it, Sir. You say do it and it. Each stroke of her leather boots, running along my hard prick, I groaned each time with relief written all over my face that she had finally rubbed them on my cock, I could feel my cum building, " slow down, I want to milk you dry " as she lowered her boots my face visibly dropped in anguish.Walking around to her desk she pulled a drawer open, pulling a pair of gloves out she slowly eased them over her svelte like hands, teasing them over her fingers, her hand pushed me forward bending me over. Now. ‘You could go down on me. Here and now.’ ‘Here?’ ‘Yes. Here. Now. You could slide under my desk, hide under my skirt and…’ ‘I’ll do it. Quick. While there’s no one around.’ He meant it. He pulled me out of the checkout position, bundled himself under the till and pulled at my legs. I slid back into position, raising my massive skirt. I pushed his head between my legs. I was naked under my skirt and petticoat. I gasped as his lips met the skin above my stocking tops. I stifled any other. I had never been fucked like this , his big cock stretching me hitting my prostate with every thrust . "is this what you like you fucking slut?" " a big cock ?" he moaned " yes give it to me fuck me like a dirty whore " then he asked "are you my bitch?" "yes " i moaned . he drove his cock into me harder pushing my legs back to my chest " i am goanna breed your ass like a fucking faggot whore " he drove his cock into me hard and something happened that i had never experienced as he fucked me i.