His assault on my pussy.His cock swelled inside me, I could feel it, stretching even more, beyondthe bounds of anything I`d previously known.I was his...slut. His pussy. His cumwhore. I was the receptacle of hiscum, the willing and loving yang to his yin. His woman.I was his fuck.The stream of fluid leaking out of my little cock became a torrent, andsomewhere inside me there was a pulsing that accompanied it, which becamea throbbing pounding pulse, which just increased the amount of cum I. .YOU DONT HAVE TO TELL ME BUT ONCE TO LET HIM OUT...I REACH FOR YOUR BELT AND UNHOOK IT AND UNZIP YOUR PANTS...I REACH INSIDE OF YOUR PANTS AND SQUEEZE HIM GENTLY AND FELT HIM THROB AND JUMP IN MY HAND...UMMMMM..I LICK MY LIPS CAUSE HE FELT REALLY GOOD....I PUSHES YOUR SHIRT UP AND OVER YOUR HEAD SO I CAN RUN MY TONGUE DOWN ON TO YOUR CHEST...LICKING AND SUCKING ON YOUR NIPPLES..RUBBING MY HANDS OVER THE RIPPLES ON UR STOMACH CAUSE BOO YOU HAVE A DAMN SIX PACK....MY TONGUE FOLLOWING BEHIND MY. She was weaving soft grasses together for new sleeping mats. Today she was tethered by collar and link chain to the overhanging palm tree. This fate was the consequence of a major breach of discipline. I had found Brittany had been stashing portions of her own food to later sneak off to her older sibling. To ensure her future compliance during most of the day the chain's radius was the limit of her world. Unless she was off with me hunting and foraging all her other camp duties lay within this. ? He took myhair in a loose ponytail and used it as a lead to walk me around the room. Asif I was a dog on a leash. I could not believe the humiliation.? I scampered after him on hands and knees ashe pulled on my hair, my slippery thighs rubbing, my tits swinging.? It didn?t feel wrong though.? A pet.? All around the room, up onthe sofa, into the corners.? Hands and knees moving quickly.? Around again.? Then kneeling at his feetagain.? Breathless. ?Who owns you?? ?You do.? I?ll be good.?I want.