The pain was unbearable; but I really needed to be treated like a bitch. I was enjoying that pain in my cunt so much…All of a sudden I surprised mys...lf as I tried to push against him to take more of his huge dick inside of me. My body seemed to have a will of its own. But the bastard kept pulling back so that only the tip of his cock probed between my wet labia. The torment and frustration he was causing to me, almost overruled the pain in my nipples.My pain screams continued but fell upon deaf. My tongue homed in on her clit, alternating between sucking and licking motions."Ohh!" she screamed. "Oh fuck!" Good, I thought. When a normally shy woman starts yelling "Oh Fuck!" it is a sign I am doing my job well. I made some noises myself to encourage her."Mmm...your pussy tastes fucking sweet! I love to eat hot pussy," I said the best I could while my mouth was between her legs. "Oh, eating you out makes my OWN pussy wet! I'm masturbating right now!" I wasn't lying, my left hand had. Daniel raised his head and took his hands gripped the sides of my head and twisted it to face him. Daniel told me '...look at me, look at me Bitch!...' I had my eyes clinched shut but managed to open them as I heard the irritation in his voice, I looked up at Daniel and saw something strange in his gaze. Daniel had my face tight in his grasp as he lowered his face saying '...you gonna kiss me now, you gonna kiss me like the Bitch you are or else!...' As Daniel's lips touched mine as I clinched. She wasn’t as worried about love, as she was almost sure she never could or would again, but the physical loneliness ate at her. She had gained a little weight since her kids were born, but was far from unattractive. Her long dark hair and brown eyes, buxom figure, and darker skin, had earned her the nickname “Pocahontas” when she was younger. She still reflected that beauty now. But none of that seemed to matter, as most men weren’t ready to accept her situation as it were, or were scared off.