You have ordered me to dance, but I don’t know how. I am grateful for your kind guidance and understanding as you help me explore this world I am so...new to. After you are satisfied with my dance, you grab my wrists and some of my hair, gaining full control of my upper body (as if I wouldn’t give it to you willingly anyway), and guide me to the end of the bed. You push my feet apart and bend me over, so my top half is lying on the bed. I gasp as the cool comforter comes in contact with my rock. " I wanted to scream it, I knew it would feel good."Louder!"I screamed, "I'm your slut!" Again!" I'm your slut! Your whore! I'm a filthy fucktoy for your pleasure!" It felt incredible. "I'm about to cum...."Sarah told me not to cum without permission, so I held it in...painfully. She kept fucking me, just to make it feel worse. Eventually, she took off the strap on, and put a vibrator in me as she rode my face. I loved eating her pussy. I never knew it would be this wonderful. But I still. I feel you flick the vibrator on high.My breathing becomes shallower as she continues to pleasure me. I slowly feel the pleasure come to a peak and I cry out, falling apart in your arms. She slowly stands before me and kisses me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, my cream covering her lips. I moan into the kiss as you reach forward and stroke her hair. She looks over to you and continues the kiss, her eyes twinkling. You turn me in your arms and I kiss. Still you weak from the orgasm, your. I cant have your drool & spit all over her beautiful pussy! He instructs me to sit extremely uncomfortably in this wooden chair, my feet flat on the seat, my legs spread slightly as to just rub against the clothespins that are now nearly cutting off my circulation and really starting to ache on my lips. My back firm against the chair and my fat titties stretched to rest on the tops of my knees. My arms tied behind me & my mouth gagged with a large black rubber ball. The worst part about this.