I don't like the idea of anyone other than Rusty touching me. I feel a swift slap on my ass. I whimper in pain and surprise."You are my slave. If I wi...h for another man to touch you then you will enjoy his touch and give him pleasure. Understand, slut?" Rusty asks. Even though he would never allow another man to touch me, he punishes me and tells me this to make the point that I am his. I must do everything he asks. I nod my head quickly not wanting to get another slap though the pain hurts so. Since I couldn't stand the stares and giggles of my friends and neighbors in the old neighborhood, I quickly decided to move out of the city and headed to a quiet place away from all the notoriety and the innuendo.A couple of the girls wanted to come with me but I figured a clean break was for the best and headed South toward the coast. At the first stop with a feel that seemed to hit me with a good vibe I dragged my sorry ass off the train and sat on top of my luggage on the station platform.. I tore a page from a magazine to test if she was in a deep sleep or not. She didn’t move. I threw that paper on her; it landed right behind her ears. She didn’t move. I got close to her. I knelled down and I snick my hands under the quilt. I felt her body, oh what bliss. I felt the embroideries of her kurta. She looked amazing on a kurta and without that shawl she would compel you to masturbate. I felt her hips first and moved my hands slowly towards her stomach. I felt all the curves and led. The pain/pleasure combination sent shockwaves through my body, the friction of my cock being ground into the bed had me so close to cumming I could hardly breathe."Pleasepleaseletmecum" I whimpered, the need so bad in me. "What do you think, should I let my slut cum yet?" he asked, his fingers digging into my hips now as he pounded me harder and faster. Just as I opened my mouth to answer, I heard a familiar, husky voice respond, "Not yet, let him feel you cum first."My head jerked around.