I raised my rear up towards him gyrating it around desperate tobe filled. Brazenly whimpering now I looked back at him."PLEASE FUCK ME! Oh please fuck...me! Please don't make me beg! Fuck me andhurt me now! Please hurt me, take me, Oh Please Please hurt me with yourcock!I knew it would work as I enjoyed the begging as much as he did. He rammedit into me very painfully up to the hilt and proceeded to try and split mein two with each thrust knocking the air from my lungs, I was wantonlyenjoying. I decided it was now or never and placed a reassuring hand on her knee. I felt her muscles tighten as I squeezed it gently but she made no attempt to move it. Spurred on by her lack of resistance, I started to slowly move my fingers, massaging just above her knee. I heard her sigh softly and her legs moved apart slightly. When I looked at her eyes were closed and soft moans were escaping her lips. As I increased the pressure, her moans grew louder and her legs parted even more as I massaged. "Go back to your reading," he said.I gave him a wry smile and returned to my reading. It wasn't too distracting, the vibrations were slight, but it was enough to start my motor running again.After a while, he turned it off. I gave him a look and went back to my reading."Would you like me to freshen your coffee, Master?" I asked later, rising from the couch with my own empty cup."Sure, thanks," he replied, handing me his own cup.I made it a few steps when the damn thing went nuts on my clit. It. Worth in the distance. The light was behind me, and it was just the kind of shot that felt absolutely right. That's when I heard the roaring engine and squealing tires.There was a pick-up truck on the street below. It was headed toward the playground and doing 40 or 50 miles per hour. I'd completed my shot, so I thought I'd try some live-action and focused the camera on the pickup. I panned back a little so everyone could see the entire street. That's when it hit me. He wasn't going to be able.