Yvonne was a lost flower in the wind and I am about to grasp her into my firm grasp.If you had not guessed it by now, I am a dominate(dom) and Yvonne ...as to be my current submissive(sub). My "slave" if you will!I gave her time to look around. Knowing, that waiting for my first order to be given was harder than the actual execution. Not for all, of course, but the unknown sub was very nervous. Action may or may not cure that. Did she have a husband at home? Perhaps even waiting for her? I didn't. ”I got up from the bed, the covers fell away.“My God, Ryan!”“What?”“That’s some fucking tent-pole in your undies!”I looked down at my groin, the stretch material of my boxer shorts was being pushed to its limits by my stiff pole, a small damp patch had formed where the head of my cock was rubbing against the inside.“Sorry, I think I desperately need to pee.”“Oooh, don’t apologize, sweetie”, she said, smiling and standing before me. “I could resolve that ‘problem’ for you..I have a few. Neil was building up and he wanted to ejaculate, so I pulled off his condom and started sucking him, but Shreo was more hungry for his cum and quickly pulled his cock and started sucking him wildly and with great passion. He soon sprayed all his cum on her face with some spurts coming on my boobs too, which I just massaged and applied all over my boobs. That cum hungry slut kept sucking him even after he came and licked him totally dry.After this, sex was a daily session, sometimes it was three. He loved to look at her, his sex slave, just 20 years old and breathtakingly beautiful. He leaned forward and curled his fingers tightly into her crimson hair at the top of her skull, first forcing her head back to passionately kiss her throat above the metal collar that she wore, his collar, causing her to writhe and moan. The collar was a highly specialized slave collar with an unpickable lock in the back that only he had the key too. That key was in a hidden safe in his house, for he had no.