My pussy still throbbing for my master’s cock.After fucking me for 3 more hours, my master and I fell asleep. It was almost early in the morning, ab...ut 3 am.While my master was in his shorts. He preferred me nude. His leg in between my legs, his hand on my stomach just below my tits and his face close to my neck.I love my master for whatever he did for me. My eyes won’t sleep till I think of ways of how can I please my master. And this stupid mind keeps replaying the ways my master fucked me. Still holding her wrists down, I used my other hand to unclasp her bra, then kissed and licked along her back while I ground my hardness slowly up and down. She moaned and wiggled in pleasure, slightly lifting her ass up at me. I yanked my shorts down and kicked them off. Then, after pulling Anna up to her knees with my hand hooked under her waist, pulled her panties down just far enough to be out of the way. Now she laid with with her arms folded under her head and her ass pointed up in the. "I said I like your ass. Why don't you turn around again and show me some more."Now you've had enough. You decide to cut your losses and just go. "I'm leaving," you say, and try to slip past me and get out. But I catch you by the hair easily, pulling you off balance. "You aren't going anywhere bitch," I say, and you can feel my breath on your neck as I push you, face first, into the wall. Now I'm groping you, squeezing and kneading your ass with one hand, still holding you by the hair. "yeah. ’ ‘Is there something particularly special about the feedback of pain or denial?’ ‘I’ve often wondered about that,’ Zerzinski said, with a familiar, thoughtful tone. ‘Maybe it comes down to the feeling that they’re doing something that’s clearly for me. Because I know it hurts them, and they do it anyway. Then I know they must be doing it for me. And that feels good.’ ‘Or they’re doing it to get what they want from you, in your case?’ I asked. ‘Well yes. I try not to think about that at the.