I opened the basement door. I walked down the small stairs to the bottom. The had remodeled the basement. It was a big man cave now. Some leather couc...es, and chairs. A big 60inch flat screen on the wall. I walked into the laundry room. I through my clothes in the washer. I turned the dial.I then opened the door to my small room. It was just bigger than the prison cell, I had spent the last year. My clothes were on my small twin bed. I sat on the edge, taking off my work boots. The twin bed. It nearly touches the back of my throat. I can feel him grow more violent with each thrust of his fat cock. He grabs my head and lifts it up as if I were his sex-doll. His eyes burned through my gaze as I met them. He was possessed. "Yeah, take it like a bitch..." my Master yells. I enjoy the pleasure Master is allowing me to have. I know that if I complain Master will truly punishment me. Eagerly, I work his cock. I lick up and down his shaft. When he lets me, I taste the flesh of his. "The milk from those tits" is what I wanted to say, but "Coffee with cream" is what came out of my mouth. My cock was throbbing as I watched her walk away to get my drink and I do not believe that I had ever run across a woman who got to me so quickly.Marie had more going for her than those magnificent tits; she had long black hair that hung down to the middle of her back and her tight jeans showed off a commendable ass, but it was those tits that drew the attention. You couldn't help but look. "Anybody here? Cherry?" Yes I'm here, Vik. Just a little busy." I've heard from the bathroom.Cherry was my classmate from France. Good girl. I could even call her my friend."Look Cherry can I take your laptop please? I need to call my mom." Sure of course take it. It's on my bed."I went to her bed and took the laptop but dropped a mouse on the floor."Shit"I reached down to take it and noticed something under the bed. I took it out and so a leather collar with a chain leash attached to it. I.