You're mine now. You want it."He pumped harder and harder, grunting and puffing, and suddenly I was moving toward one of the most powerful orgasms I'd...ever had. I couldn't stop it, nor did I want to. I felt Max explode inside me, and a torrent of cum shot from my cock, which hadn't been touched. The release was exquisite, as I felt the thick shaft withdraw from my ass, and we both lay panting on the bed, exhausted."Was that so bad?" Max asked, a touch of humor in his tone.I couldn't speak. I. While many of these are green believe it or not, the color red has made a real showing in the past, present and future.However, Missy had a reputation for digging until she got her story. And, since that was me, make no mistake it is the pursuit of the ‘green that as a intrepid undercover investigative reporter than unknown to the guild of The Robesonian. The difference between them and me, was I believed it was worth putting my bottom on the line to expose the truth to the papers readers. And,. He then positioned himself, and one hand still pushing down on Buck’s back with the other he guided his cock to Buck’s wet asshole and pushed, driving his cock completely in. Buck bit his lip, but couldn’t cover a loud grunt. The pain was as bad as anything he had ever felt, but he was determined not to let his torturer know. He could take anything this brute could dish out.The guard started fucking Buck’s ass. Each time he pulled his cock almost out he’d spit on it and ram it back in. After. .. not to mention nicer than either the tile floor and hospital bed she'd been sleeping on for the past year. Chairs surrounded the bed, affording a ringside seat to anyone who wanted to watch. For those who preferred a bit of privacy, a small room off to the side provided a smaller, yet equally plush, bed. The slave became intimately familiar with both areas over the next five hours, to the point that both mattresses had to be flipped over so the Masters and Mistresses using her weren't.