Jack pulled Pam up by her hair until she stood in front of him. "Listen, I will do whatever I want to you and your body." He pinched her exposed clit ...etween his thumb and finger, increasing the pressure until tears filled her eyes. Then, just as suddenly, he stopped and pulled her in for a hug."There, there, it's okay, this is all new for you. I'm in control, and you're my slut, my fuck-toy, my new little whore. Did you know you were such a slut before meeting me?"Pam shook her head no. Jack. She hated displaying how much she wanted him. She was the girl who usually kept her feelings so controlled and so imbedded, and he was the only one who could see this vulnerable side of her. ‘That was record time, miss. Never have you bended so easily…you must be losing your edge…’ she sensed rather than saw his smile in the darkness. In fact, her eyes were still closed, reveling in the bliss he created within her. She lifted her arms to push him away after his egotistical remark, but once her. "Large," she decided. "I mean, he must be six-three or six-four. I know he has several distinguishing tattoos and scars. He has a teardrop tattoo on his face and a row of crosses on his ... left, I think ... his left forearm. He is black and, although I know he is almost 40, I would put his age at late 20s or early 30s. At least I would have put it there the last time I saw him. What is this about?" What about his weight?" I asked instead of answering."Heavy," Elizabeth answered. "I mean, he's. She reached back and grabbed the wash cloth then handed me a bar of soap and said in a really odd, strained voice, “Wash my crack! Wash me all the way!”Now, I am not a real fan of even washing my own butt! Looking down at hers though, I was fascinated! Her flesh all flowed so smooth down into her ass crack and then it seemed to all draw together right at one spot- her butthole. I took the bar of soap and began sliding it slowly up and down her crack and each time I passed over her butthole, her.