” He slapped my face, not hard but enough to make my cheek sting. It only added to my complete need for release.“How dare you address me like that... you filthy whore,” he said. “Sorry Master, would you please eat my pussy?” I amended. “Hm, I’m not convinced you deserve it now…” he said, rubbing his thumb over my clit. “Please Master,” I begged, writhing in pleasure, “Please eat my pussy!” He bent down, slowly sucking my nipple. I moaned again. “Please Master,” I moaned, “Master, eat me.”He. Her tone is incredulous. I walk faster. ‘I’m not mad.’ She follows me as I wheel the cart back toward the supply room. There are more books to be reshelved, standing in piles on the oak table. There are even more stacks of books waiting for rebinding, or page repairs. ‘I said I was sorry.’ She had said she was sorry. A dozen times. Two dozen. It didn’t change anything. ‘I’m not mad.’ I fuss with the cart, maneuvering it into the corner, a momentary bout of OCD forcing me to perfectly align the. Knowing for every sixty seconds above that 10 min would earn 6 strokes of the whip / cane to any part of her body I select.As I walked into the room Jay stood in the middle of the lounge legs well apart head down collier on and shaking since she had not had time to find her suspender belt so had selected hold-ups instead - 10 inch heels and a full 180 seconds late.With a cup of hot coffee in my hand I pressed it against her left tit – watching her nipple get hot and her knowing she better not. I crawled to his feet "Yes sir".Marlon took his huge cock in his hand and put the tip near my mouth. "Keep your mouth closed" he snapped as the tip met my lips. I kept my mouth closed as he asked and he rubbed the hardening tip along my top lip then the bottom. He stayed there for a good minute or two just rubbing the huge head of his cock along my lips. I wanted to taste it so bad, I had never liked sucking dick (I guess because I'd only seen white before) but I wanted this in my mouth so.