Her mouth on mine, her hands, her breasts pressed against me, her hard nipples teasing my chest as I moved inside her. Her breath was coming in whimp...ring gasps as she rotated her hip against me. The sounds she was making drove me to thrust deeper into her. The tight sheath of her cunt contracted around my cock and I pushed her harder against the wall wanting to lose myself inside her. She felt so taut and . . . Youre wet, I said frowning in my confusion. Mmmmm hmmm, she murmured, her hands. The anal beads, the two ben wa balls and the ankle cuffs that he would use occasionally, when he wanted to turn her into a desperate whore. Amazing that they all fit into that small box. So much of her life. So much time, so much anticipation was extracted from her with these seemingly unrelated implements. Her butt cheeks clenched involuntarily as she thought of the toys, especially the beads. He had been the first person to invade her anus. For as much as she had thought about it and. We agree that her special submissive name was fuck bitch and that when ever I said that she was to immediately turn to me and respond with yes Sir or yes Master depending on the situation. Beck would for the next week come over to my apartment at least once a day depending on her work schedule to server her new Master. We agreed that anything out side the stated limits were mine to play with when and how ever I wanted. This included her ass once we have taken her cherry that she would fuck. When you're down and out, When you're on the street, When evening falls so hardI will comfort you.I'll take your part.When darkness comesAnd pain is all around, Like a bridge over troubled waterI will lay me down.Like a bridge over troubled waterI will lay me down.Sail on silvergirl, Sail on by.Your time has come to shine.All your dreams are on their way.See how they shineIf you need a friendI'm sailing right behind.Like a bridge over troubled waterI will ease your mind.Like a bridge over.