And there number one feeling was pain.Then he took out his finger and slid out from underneath me. My ass was a little irritated from the fingering. �...�Are you going to fuck me?” I asked nervously.“Yeah, if that’s ok with you”, he said.I nodded my head and I stayed on my hands and knees on his bed. He then sat up and positioned himself behind me.“Wait, what about lube?” I asked“Eh I will use spit. Just relax”So I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I felt him spit on my hole and rub it a. All of his other slaves, he had used torture and suffering to break their wills, but this weak little God-fearing girl, it might be fun to try and entice her instead, to gently corrupt her as the devil on her shoulder.“What a lovely name. Tell me, what do you think of my palace?”“It’s amazing!” It was the only word she could come up with on the spot, anything that might please him. Hopefully, such a bland compliment wouldn’t instead earn his fury.“I’m glad you like it. You’ll enjoy staying. It was almost dark, meaning that we had spent better than half a day screwing around. Would I be able to keep the pace up until my wife returned? Would I be able to maintain the pace after she returned? I finished the walk, pulled my clothes off and went back to my step-daughter’s bedroom. She was still asleep, softly snoring and in the same position that I left her. You could even hear the dildo humming inside her pussy. I crawled in next to her and quickly fell asleep. The next morning I woke. Foster said as the man complied.The man fitted the blue high heeled ankle strap sandal on Mrs. Foster'sright foot and buckled the ankle strap then as she looked on with almosta glare waiting he finally complied by holding the bottom of the shoewith one hand then running his hand once again up and down the back ofMrs. Foster's leg! "The sheer, glossy stockings are the silkiest, don't you think?" sheteased. "So much nicer than those cheap scratchy bargain basementpantyhose. And I only wear the.