” Reaching behind her back she unclamps her bra, letting it drops on the carpet. Proudly presenting in the chilly air are her perfectly shaped pair...of breasts. They’re young, firm and perky, with pink nipples standing on the top, just like that delicious cherry setting on the top of the creamy cake. Slowly and coyly, she puts her hands on her tits and starts to fondle them. Searching her memory to recall her master’s favorite moves, she wants reproduce the same action. Her master usually. You slap my face hard, I look wounded and have tears in my eyes, you can see the pain in there, but it is not a window into me, if it were you would be blinded. “Again.” I plead, and you continue to slap me until I am wailing and writhing around, my hips rising up for something that is yet to come. You like what you do to me, it makes you feel like a great lover, and “that” you are, you are also a good person though, which hurts me more because it makes you more appealing to me. “Hurt me, I. My hand pulled aside my panties, exposing my inflamed lips to the toy. I let it push against my clitoris.“Oh fuck!” I cried out.“You’re doing it, aren’t you? Pure, unadulterated pleasure.”“Y-yes…”“Have you ever fantasized about another man?”“N-no… I only think of Frank…” I whimpered, but my words sounded hollow.“I’m jerking off so hard right now, Anna. I’m thinking of you. I’m thinking about how tight and amazing your cunt must feel. Does Frank ever compliment on how good of a fuck you. This was the line in the sand, the final victory that Kimberly Reed would ever experience. Almost liberated by the loss of her skirt, Erica felt like a hidden reservoir of resolve had suddenly erupted inside of her. No more. This was as bad as it was going to get for her, but things were about to get so much worse for Miss Kimberly Slut-Bitch-Whore Reed. And so it was, still flushed by steely determination, that Erica greeted the sudden vibrations that kickstarted in the front of her.