As the blood gushes from her nose, her eyes focus on me and tears begin form at their corners."Tell me, bitch." I growl. "Tell me what you are."She sn...ffles a bit on the blood leaking down her face and finally replies. "I'm your property, master. I give you my body and soul. I only want to please you."Grinning maliciously down at her, I say, "Yeah, well you aren't worth that much to me. You're an average fuck, a poor toilet, and can barely fit one of the dogs inside you. You pull away when I. He seemed to love bringing me to an explosive orgasm as much as I enjoyed having them. Over time, I began to want to experience what he was feeling. He truly loved cock and pleasuring me, but more than that, he loved the white, sticky cum that he expertly could coax out of me. His pleasure was seemingly found in my cum and making me cum. He loved sucking me for sure, he would take his time, if the situation permitted, kissing and licking every inch, every vein and curve of my young, rock hard. I did what I always seemed to do when talking to Mom. I complimented her. “Wow, Mom, you could be the real life Belle. This is your best costume yet.”“You think so?” she asked, smiling and posing rather seductively.“I know so. Dad would have loved it.”My Mom’s smile faded. “I can’t believe he ditched me, for a transportation union of all things.”“I’m sure he will make it back.” She shrugged, gave me a kiss on the cheek, like she always did. And she was off.All the stars lined up perfectly. Even. I shifted my body slightly in ‘my sl**p’ to cover up the sensations I was having. I could tell by the movements of his face and hand on my feet that he was masturbating! We were never super religious as a f****y, but we were always socially proper and morally responsible. However, sometimes conditions in ones life cause ones physical and emotional needs to control ones moral judgement. Which is why, in my present frame of mind, I am not appalled by my own thoughts and desires. I would never.