Girls moans were not of pain, but of pleasure. this only made my cock harder. i began to thrust my hips back and fourth in a fucking motion, it was ...ll i could do to feel somehow involved."Look at that bitch boy over there girl. Look at him struggle and look at his want. Rest assured bitch boy, I am not done with you."This made my cock jump. i wanted more.Mistress went back to giving girls asshole all it could handle, girl even managed to push back. this pleased Mistress."That's it you. His underwear was on the floor and though I didnt see much it looked like he had a little boner going. I kicked off my shoes and then after pulling my shirt off I stripped off my socks and shorts and went in the bathroom. As I stood at the sink brushing my teeth thinking about what I thought I saw when Anthony was crawling under the covers I got semi hard so when I walked back into the room I had a decent tent showing in my boxers. I asked Anthony if he wanted to play or if he was tired and he. There was a lot of conflict before and after I met Nadac. I was small and fairly smart. This got me picked on by bullies. Usually I got beat up until I got smart and decided that not fighting back got me nowhere. I still got beat up but I gave back some of the abuse I got. This just attracted stronger bullies to me. A pair of them nearly crippled me and now I walk with a limp from a broken kneecap.Some women go crazy during or just after birth. My natural mother had six kids. That might be. Without a word from themor anyone else, I already knew what to do. As if entering a whole newdimension, I walked through the entrance into a large living room. In themiddle of it, there was a carpet. I knelt on the floor, keeping my eyesdown in modesty and submission. Although I could barely see mysurroundings, the hall oozed power and stateliness. I could do nothingbut immerse myself completely in that dimension of masculine power thathad just opened up in front of me. I must have waited a.