Naturally these were pictures of the assholes of the girls whose name was attached to the picture. It was one of his amusing pleasures, a unique way t... demean the girls even further than he normally had. Finally he found Dorothys name like he was looking for and hit the call button. Hello, came Dorothys voice rather slowly. Hi Dorothy, this is Trip, he said confidently into the phone. In the background he could hear clatter as she apparently fell from wherever she was sitting or laying as she. "Getting beat must really turn you on."She was in too much agony to reply."Tell me again: What's your name?"She fought through the pain, and answered. "I have no name. I'm just a slave." That's my girl." He raised his pelvis, pulling his cock completely out, then slammed it back in again.She cried out."Tell me again," he whispered in her ear.She moaned, as the pleasure she felt inside, competed with the pain outside. "Ooo, I have no name, Master. I am only your slave." Very good." He proceeded. You see my problem?”“The only problem I see is that you aren’t making love to me right now!” she giggled.That was a problem which was easily remedied. Afterwards, I thought Sofia might want to talk again, but she was content to just fall asleep in my arms.On Wednesday Leila made Turkish coffee for everyone after breakfast. I made a point of spending the rest of the morning with Sofia. She was working so hard to come to grips with what a relationship with me meant and I wanted to support her. No. That’s why He’s such a good teacher. I giggled and snuggled into His lap. I was so happy.I knew Daddy was glad I had begged to come see Him. I could tell, as I stroked His face, that He was getting a little excited having me squirming on His lap. I was always glad when I gave Him pleasure. I touched His hardness and He groaned just a little. Daddy’s in control all of the time.“Who’s a little slut?” He moaned. I squeezed His manhood and laughed out loud.“I am, Sir. I am,” I squealed and got down.