My cock slid balls deep and I started pounding her back side, her thick flaccid cock slapping her belly with each thrust As she moaned softly yes baby...use me. My cock erupted filled her hole...Something was shaking me I opened my eyes to see Stacy standing over me in her white tank top and rolled pajama pants. I went to get your coffee I came back and you were sound asleep she laughed. And you have a boner she giggled. I looked down my cock rock hard. I looked up at her tiny titts. Then her. I felt somethinghard poking into my back...Fields started to stroke my hair. I tried to jerk my headaway from his hands but he grabbed a handful of the hair ontop of my head and jerked my head upright, after which Ilet him his fingers run through my hair without tryinganything else. He was gently moving it out of my eyes andover my ears. I could feel his breath on my ear."My sweet little thing, you'll have to learn not to stormaround like that." Get off my..." I started, but grabbing my hair. I worship her and live only to obey her.So why do I whine?Because I find myself slipping further and further into a sub-human state of submission. Day by day, inch by inch, I beg for more. It seems I have no shame. When my mistress parades my babified and bound self in front of her girlfriends and forces me to perform like a trained animal, I love it.She'll knot me up into the most contrived positions and spank me and probe me and prod me and - worst of all - ignore me for hours, and my. ’ This was his sarir, the woman he spent his life with, his house, his bed. Or, as close to a house and bed as any human being at this time possessed, which isn’t saying very much. Alek – the pale-boy-turned-man from earlier, for the not-so-sharp of readers – had learned from an early age to not trust anyone, no matter how close, but he faltered on this point with Eefit and wouldn’t have had it any other way. Breathing lightly, freely, Alek took hold of a pistol beside his bed, put on his.