It was about 9:30 and just getting dark. It was a quiet road, so I walked out and looked up to see him leaning out the window. On your knees queer boy... he shouted. I dropped to my knees and looked up at him, and I saw a few sets of curtains twitching. He shouted for me to crawl all the way back to his flat which I did, luckily meeting no one on the way. His is front door was open, and as I crawled in, he put a dog collar on me. Now you’re my slave you queer cunt he saidhe was naked by now, and. How do we get me out from under here,” she asked.I don’t have a clue, but I’m going to enjoy every minute of what I come up with.Wanting to tweak whoever she was, I told the place in my head to figure out which energies I could push into her through my fingers to cause her to feel very safe, comfortable and, well, horny because she liked me touching her. I specifically didn’t want to force her to get horny, I wanted her to do that herself.Maybe if she believes I really am me and not Mr. Smith. I kept pounding her and soon I heard her say "OOooooooooooo yesssssss" her cries of pleasure got louder "MMMmmmmmmmmmmm fuck yesssss" . She stopped fucking me but I kept moving in and out of her. She then yelled "Shit, shit, shit UUuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh". Her body tensed "I'm cumming" she gasped. She came so hard I thought her pussy was going to break my cock! Her breathing was heavy as if out of breath. "Igotta lay down" she said. So I pulled out and she got onto her back. I spread her legs and. He pinched and pulled on her nipples, and she smiled lasciviously. Manhandling her, he picked her up bodily, and carried her to the couch. She let him, and encouraged him as much as she dared.“You’re so fucking manly, I love the way you fucking handle me.” She lied through her teeth, but it seemed to do the trick. He finished ripping her clothes off, and for the first time she felt a little vulnerable. There was no going back now, she was committed. He towered over her, his eyes thirsty and.