Since I was still perched outside his window and he was still undressing, I decided I did not want to be taken for a peeping Tom and tapped on the win...ow. Jack looked up from his undone jeans and squinted towards the window. Even knowing he wouldnt be able to see me until he turned the light out in his room, I waved, thinking how funny it was that he didnt instantly know who would be perched on a rooftop in the middle of the night- on a night in the middle of winter no less. Finally, he turned. “Um no Master!” She corrected.“Well you’re fucking wet down here!” His hand smeared back and forth in her pussy smearing it with her juices and eased underneath rubbing the cunt juice from her clit all the way back to her arse. It stopped just long enough to thrust a couple fingers up into her arse on his way by. “Get on the desk!” Came the next command and Gaby, knowing what was good for her, in more ways than one obediently complied. Putting her feet on the seat of the chair, she leaned. When he's not sleeping with someone else, he's drinking. And when he's done drinking, he's beating me. I don't mind that he is a physical abuser. Better me than someone who doesn't like it or want it. But he does have his moments that I know no one else sees. There is the occasional night he'll allow me to sleep with him (but typically only after I take an unusually harsh beating), or the rare night he'll allow me to masturbate (only typically when he knows there will be a little bit of blood. "I don't want to slow down," she complained. "I want to speed up. Please!"I laid her down on the bed. Regardless of what she had asked of me, I was going to take my time and enjoy it with her. I kissed my way up her legs and she propped her head up so that she could see what I was doing. She moaned as my tongue first touched her pussy lips, and she shoved her hips up, trying to get more contact. I licked and kissed her sweet pussy, trying to savor it. I brought my fingers into play and felt her.