"i don't want to hear sorry, you disobeyed me and it is not acceptable" no sir"You then run the bottle of beer over the side of my face, it isextremel... cold, then you slap my face a few times and tears well in myeyes again.You let go of my hair and run the bottle over my tits and nipples. Thecoldness of it makes me shiver and you laugh at me. You know it is notjust the coldness of the bottle that makes me shiver, you know what iam thinking, you know i am apprehensive.You then dribble some beer. I wanted him to fuck me hard. My passion had taken over and I became insatiable. "David, please, fuck me faster...harder," I begged.But my plea fell on deaf ears and he kept the slow, even thrusts that were driving me mad with desire. My mind was in a fog when I noticed a musky smell and opened my eyes to see Becky's pussy directly over my face. She still held onto my legs, keeping my pussy open to David, but at the same time, she had squatted down bringing her pussy to my mouth.Hungrily, I. He stared in stupefaction at his master’s eyes, shining with something new and frightful, as he continued to hit the slave, as much as the bars and the distance allowed, trying to make the male inside yield. But the slave stood still, only a small flinch in the muscles of his face being a sign that he was registering each and every hit.Without thinking, he grabbed his master’s arm, eyes wide in fear as Xavier turned to look at him, seemingly too surprised with Cory’s actions to do something. Approvingly, she opened it and carried it into the living room where she poured herself a large glassful. ‘Better watch it, I have work tomorrow and I’m starting to carry a load,’ she thought. She set the glass down on the coffee table and went to Stan’s bookshelf. Sure enough, he had ‘Friday’ too. She grinned to herself — she and Stan had wide and overlapping tastes, though she’d never quite have the same feel for history that he had, and he’d probably never quite want to read the same science.