I was coming close but I knew that wasn’t going to my time yet, and I was right my master then forced his fingers into my mouth, allowing me to tast... my pussy and how wet I was. “That’s it you dirty little bitch, see how wet I make you.” He hissed in my ear, then wrapping his hand round my throat squeezing tight as his other hand fucked my pussy hard, ramming two fingers in stretching me out then three, I let out a little scream when his fourth finger went in. My master pushed me down from. He took a sip of coffee and moved the debris on the table around absently.When she had calmed down a little, he said, “I wonder how long it will be before I’m attending your funeral.”“Why do you say that?”“Because she’s going to kill you one of these days. I’m sure that she’ll have a good reason for doing it. It’ll probably be because you didn’t buy the right shade nail polish for her.”“Oh, come on. Be serious. You always exaggerate things.”“No, I don’t. All I know is that she’s now hit you. Cabin fever was my only source of heat. Coupled with the depressing Covid lockdown, a contentious election, and discovering my latest girlfriend was a game player of Biblical proportions, I was an emotional wreck.I should have suspected her since her name is Parker Brothers. She felt she had a Monopoly on my heart but I didn't need a Ouija Board to know our relationship was at Risk. It was so toxic we have matching skull and crossbones tramp stamps.When she left for Sweden to accept the Nobel. ”“Ok, take it easy, probably just a bad time.”“NO NO, you should have heard her, she called me a slut and ranted on. I better go home.”“I miss u Hannah.” “Me too, make it up next time. Promise.” Cried Hannah.Hannah headed home after practice. As she walked in and headed for her room,her Mom, Carol grabbed her arm. “ I want to talk to you. “Hannah pulled away. “I am just going to my room, please Mom.”“You are not going out tonite.” Screamed Carol.‘Mom, I know.” Hannah could smell the.