.. don’t stop ... please...” She turns her face to his as he slides his cock out of her. Then he slowly applies himself at the entrance of her bac...door and kisses her. His manhood feels as thick as a log, but once he is all the way in, Samantha doesn’t want him to stop. Reaching forward, his hands slip onto her breasts. He begins to slowly slide in and out of her. Samantha reaches between her legs and fondles his balls as he continues his assault on her ass. She fucks back against him as he. "rather like us," I grin to myself satisfied with that thought. then another thought takes it's place.Yule? Is it Yule already, I frown at that thought and say "I am sorry I do not have any gifts for either of you."Nimrod chuckles and hugs me tighter for a moment. " you are the gift. and if you try to give Me anything else I will have to..." he looks over at Saul. "What can we do to her?" Tell her no," Saul says dryly.Now it is my turn to laugh. "Do you really think you can do that?"Saul. Voice tracks fill her minds-eye with abject fear as he foretells of what he wants to do or will do, how he is going to use sensory deprivation, frequent discipline, long hard training sessions, along with prolonged exhaustion until she is completely broken. Yes, her training includes administering pain, pure raw pain to ensure that she will absolutely be a totally compliant bitch. Sandwiched between his voice recordings are tracks of women screaming, crying, begging their Masters to stop. Then he'd fuck me in my sleep. I never used to feel a thing." I almost choked on my sandwich when I heard that. How could a woman get fucked in her sleep and not know about it. Then I heard her say, "What a selfish prick he was. I'm glad I divorced his ass." I heard them laughing again. My mom said she was beat and was going to bed. I came out of the kitchen and turned on the TV, handing the remote to Abigail, who was sitting on the couch in one of my mother's long T-shirts. The first thing I.