I was devastated. I cried and begged him not to leave me. I needed him and couldn’t live without him. He just shrugged and said it was for the best....He wasn’t a fagget, and wanted to fuck girls. I was just easy, and looked like a girl so I was a compromise. After I stopped crying, I asked if I could suck his cock one last time. He laughed and said, “Sure, always a whore.” As I sucked him off one last time, I was thinking what was I going to do. I liked being fucked and sucking cock. Mark came. . Master. But those things are hard to get rid of," she begged him."I have tattoos too slave. You have seen mine," he chuckled. He had a tattoo on his back of the German eagle carrying a circle on its talon and within the circle was is swastika."Are you afraid that you are going to get a Nazi tattoo," he chuckled as he knew that she hated his White Supremacist and Neo Nazi Aryan stuff. She nodded. "I am going to get you another tattoo. Now come and don't waste anymore time," he commanded her.. She knew she could never be a Judas to the coven even if she was much opposed to the darker direction of their intent.It was almost the time of Gabriela's "bones". It would soon be the ceremony of induction on the altar of impalement. It would seal the change in her status that signaled her acceptance into the Sisterhood of the Black Cat.Her nether regions were trembling because the thought of her initiation brought wicked images to her mind and she struggled to restrain the leaking of juices. Her large full breasts, pressed against my chest. They had to be double D or E cup because as I held her close, they completely filled the front of my chest. As I reached between us, I began to squeeze and massage her chest through the thin damp shiny material of her Lyra leotard. The moistness and scent of the lingering sweat between her breasts underneath her top and left in the towel, seem to reemerge as I began to rub my face all around her full breasts. My hand could only cover the.