"It hurts my ears."She tried to turn her head to find the man but couldn't. She tried to move her body, but found that her knees -- parted a foot or s... -- wouldn't move and must have also been bound, perhaps to the sedan's grill or bumper.She began to sob, asking, "What's going on...? Who are you...? Why are you doing this to me?"She felt one, then another hand settle upon her ass, which she now realized was a bare and exposed as her breasts, pressed against the warm hood of the luxury. The day I reach their we had a lot of chat about family and all. We were having a good time talking with each other. The day goes on and I was helping her with household works too.In evening we start preparing for dinner and I was helping her with little works during the preparation and we were also having chat with each other. She was asking about my college life. How it is going on. I replied to here that it is going very fine. Then she asks me about my friend and all and also asks me that I. My mind was racing with excitement. I loved the experience; she was so beautiful, but why was she doing this?“What did you think of that?” she asked.Stunned, I said, “That was great. I think that is what Freud describes as…”“Shut up about Freud, he didn’t know anything about women,” she interjected.With that she kissed me again. This time she was ferocious and used her tongue to open my mouth and dance hers with mine. We kept passionately kissing, and I could feel her hand sliding down my body.. ” Masters slave pulls out enough for a quick breath of air “ If you wish Master” the slave reply’s. With that said Master pounds his ass even harder. Enjoying the thought of letting his slave kill him with his cock down his throat. “ Hold your cock down his throat tight don’t let him breath again until I tell you. Were going to play a little game here.” As Master pounded him his eyes felt heavy air was his only concern. Masters slave kept letting him breathe a little time after time. And.