John’s jaw dropped but no sound came out. He shook his head as if to clear it, then looked at Malcolm. “What are you talking about, Malcolm? Are y...u saying ... what?”“I’m saying that you’re right, it isn’t natural. It’s beyond anything you’ve ever done before. Think back to when you were younger. Were you ever able to fuck a woman endlessly, to cum and then get hard and cum again, and again, and again? Even when you and Anita were newlyweds, did you ever screw six or seven times in a day, no. It had been a couple months since we had a real Master and Slave game session. I went to her room and retrieved our play box.On the living room table I placed her dog color and slut tag, handcuffs, riding crop, rope, leather belt (I added that) and camera. I set up the hidden cams in all rooms we would fuck in and made sure the audio was good. More recordings to come of my sluts!I them let her unlock the front door and walk in as I stood behind her. I held the blind fold. She opened the. She wondered what that audition would be like, then she realized it probably be like all of them, some guy wanting to stick his dick in the models for them to get the job. She hoped the evening would be good, but as she thought about it she realized that it probably wouldn’t be any different than with any other man in this business. She was beginning to get an attitude and she calmed herself down, knowing she would do whatever it took to seal the deals she was offered. If that meant sucking. But when she felt her panties being drawn slowly down to her thighs and then heard the sound of a zipper descending, she knew she had to say something. But she couldn't decide whether it should be "Stop" or "Please don't stop." So she said nothing. Then his hands were on her hips, and she felt him pressing against her. I should really stop this right now, thought Patti. Before he… And then with a sudden thrust he was inside her… and, in spite of herself, she raised her head for one.