She sat demurely on the couch, leg folded under her and totally comfortable with the notion that she was topless. “Now, go ahead and tell the story....I know there’s some of it I haven’t heard.”“That’s true,” he turned to face us and I couldn’t help but notice a massive bulge in his khaki shorts.There’s a detail I hope he leaves out, I thought as he moved his package around to get more comfortable.The massive amount of memory in the hybrid computer made Chuck doubly careful about powering up the. ?Angela's head was reeling. She had never for a moment considered the possibility that Mistress might have other slaves. Was she jealous? Of course she was. Mistress's instructions not to think ran through her mind. She had to calm down, she had to show she was worthy, she had to show that she could be a better slave, more obedient, more compliant, more willing than this interloper.?Now then, slut-slave, why don't you tell dirt-bag just what you are?? Mistress suggested.?I'm a whore, I'm a. She began to rock her hips forward and back as she rode me up and down. I felt her body begin to tremble as she began to cum again.I could feel her juices running down across my thighs and in between my buttocks. After she came I turned her over, lay her on her back and opening her legs, lifted them over my shoulders. I drove my cock into her, sinking it to the base, my balls slapping her ass as we began to fuck as though our lives would be over that night. Without shame or any inhibitions we. When you woke up, you got me, sitting up on me. You kissed me and just before I could try ripping off your clothes, you reminded me. “Not so fast, not till next week.” I went through that day, at work and all, with a permanent boner. And now. I’m going bat shit crazy. I can’t take it anymore. Two days without your body. I’m going completely insane. I’m standing in the bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. My skin is flushed, my hair wild. I’m wearing white, nearly transparent boxers and.