In the morning my friend had work and left without waking me but she told me the night before she had work and I could stay until she got home again. ...aking up in the morning I felt groggy and tired but one thing I did notice was I woke up with morning glory, I was rock solid and made a huge tent of the quilt. I needed to sort this out. I slid my hand down into my panties where it was stretching them and slid them off allowing my cock to grow to it's full size, I was so horny and instantly. I growled with how tightly she squeezed me, then closed my eyes and groaned when it triggered my own fierce bliss. Her latex gloved hand stroking up my hair only served to make me all the hotter.When I managed to come back down from my high, Lady was staring up at me warily, fearful of her terrible Master and god. It was that that made me okay with what happened because it was the type of thing that I would snarl at otherwise. Being intimate with a slave? I liked snuff and violence and fucking. "Well, you can get your pretty ass up on that desk, darling and pull down those terrible black panties. I need to get some exercise beating your backside until it is nice and cherry red for me to kiss."I bent over Miranda's desk and closed my eyes not wanting to see my humiliation in the mirror that covered the entire side wall. For an older woman, Miranda's boss could really whip a young girl's ass up into bright red readiness in a hurry. Then, I felt her lips and tongue on my degraded flanks. The world about him had turned to a monochrome of gloom and ominous peril. His fear was betrayed by the rapid pulsations of his heart in his chest and there was a sour sick taste in the back of his mouth. He found himself almost whimpering aloud as dread threatened to overwhelm him. In this crisis he would have snatched ay any straw of hope and, as even hope appeared to vanish into the gloom, he found it. It was a track. It wasn’t much of a track to be sure; just a hint of a trodden path among.