Brian slipped a finger into the ring at her pussy and pulled her a little closer. Then taking Beth’s chin in his hand he said to her, “If we take...you into our stable this woman will be your Mistress, and my slave. Do you understand slave?”Beth nodded that she did as Brian dropped his hand, reached in between her legs and inserted a finger, then another. Turning towards his own slave Brian said, “You are right my dear, the juices are just pouring out of her soft and smooth pussy.” Removing. The fabric of her shirt and bra were doing a very poor job of hiding her stiff nipples. I could tell that she spoke very little English. I asked her to come in and told her that I needed her to vacuum up a mess I had made. As soon as she entered the room with the vacuum I punched her in the stomach and pushed her to the ground. I then quickly shut and locked my door. There was no way out of this now. I grabbed her by her long pony tail and before she could say a word I put her in a head lock.. The widening sheath of her grasping pussy accepted the quickened stroke, now as hot and pulsating and deep, it moved within her, causing a tormenting agony of pleasure that caused her to thrash insanely beneath him. And then he was pressing his hands under her knees and moaning along with her as he ground down hard and deep until she was like jelly beneath him. Her straining loins burned, blazing at her mind, overpowering all thought other than that of the magnificent pressure building inside. And I didn't even know why I cared. Did I really love Michael? I didn't stay with him for the money; my parents had left more than I would ever need. Even Granny would accept my leaving him, if only after lots of tears. Damn, I would have to put some effort into getting Granny laid. We spoke about sex, about my sexual activities, often enough. She said she still could get wet, masturbated from time to time, but just hadn't bothered to find a man with a cock like Michelangelo's statue of.