Cup them with your hands.? The look in his eyes said, Or else. After a moment’s hesitation, she did, slowly and very, very gently, barely to...ching the flesh. The contact of her palms against the swollen, aching curves made her hiss in pain. ?Squeeze,? he directed her. ?Please, they hurt so bad—? ?Squeeze, or I will.? She squeezed obligingly, crying out in pain as the deeply bruised flesh was crushed slightly beneath her own fingers. ?Good. Again.? . So here goes. Blog posting day 5 on xhamster, wherein the slut does anal.When the relationship first moved from normal lovers to Master and sub, the whole topic was thoroughly discussed and the rules agreed to. From henceforth there would be no "him" and "her", rather only "Him" and "his slut". Slut would not be allowed to say, write, or think the words "my body," rather it would be "Master's slut's body."Master owns the body and He can do whatever He wants, whenever He wants, and in whatever. Your eyes became soft and loving, that is until your eyes lit on my unshaven pussy. Warning two. “What is this?” You inquired, tugging my pubic growth. “I am sorry, Sir. I have been rather busy this week.” I hung my head, blushing three shades of red. “Excuses. Oh, how I hate excuses.” You flicked my clit with your forefinger and then plunged it inside my pussy, massaging my G-spot and making me weak in the knees. “Who does this belong to?” “You, Sir.” I said, breathless. “Yes, you are right.”. Unfortunately, here at the agency there is such snobbery against contractual and temporary workers. However, I try not thinking about my sorry lot in life. I heard him said to one of his colleagues that he has been married for 30 years and he just celebrated his wedding anniversary. I was bummed out when he had mentioned this. I was thinking how lucky his wife must be! Sometimes now that I have approached middle age, it bothers me that I don’t have a man to spend the rest of my life with.