’We went into her lounge which was dimly lit with candles and subdued lighting.‘Kneel.’ She demanded. I did. ‘Good girl.’Lynn sat in front o... me and reached for something from a small table. It was a studded collar which she fastened around my neck. She told me that I was going to become her sex slave for as long as she wanted me. But she added that she would take great care of me, and not let any harm come to me. I was so turned on that my nipples were rock hard, and I knew I was wet, between. I might have been married, but I was still a teen, and still had a small teenage body to go along. “God it hurtssss please stop!!” I pushed my hands into his chest trying to no avail to get him off of me. “Alright alright, I’ll give you a little lube, just so you don’t tear.” He got off of me and in between my legs. I was confused, where was the lube? At that moment he spit on my pussy, and looked up at me smiling. “Fuckin little cunt. Thought I was gonna do something other than spit on you?” I. During those fifty or so agonizingly slow strokes, she used the box on me three more times. Each time my reaction was the same. Finally, the time came to change strokes again."This is so fun baby! Aren't you having fun?" she asked as I felt a little bit of sweat begin to run down my face.I nodded in agreement, too afraid to say anything else at the moment!"You really like that kind of stroke it seems! So I'm guessing, well, hoping you'll like this one even better," she said with a wink.My heart. ‘I want you.’ I say and I stand up and begin to sway back and fourth to music that doesn’t exsist. He was rubbing his crotch. It was so simple. I hadn’t done this in two years. I told myself to stop feeling guilty and just enjoy the moment. I leaned into the camera kissing the air and sucking my index finger. He pulled down his pants and revealed the huge cock I had imagined. He began to stroke it and close his eyes for a minute. These men were so easy to say they love you online, then block.