I moved my hips and the organ bumped her chin. She jerked her head back"Suck your Master's dick, slave girl," I replied with a cruel smile."Oh no!" St...ring with alarm at my bobbing organ filling her vision, she sat back pulling against the leash.I shook my head impatiently and jerked the leash causing her to fall forward into sand. I knelt on her so my knee was in the middle of her back pressing her into the soft sand. She squirmed and struggled beneath my weight.Reaching up I brought my open. She finally rationalized she would not get a chance to escape if she keeps fighting them but her pride and stubbornness did not want to give them the satisfaction of thinking they broke her will. She kept thinking she would rather die than submit to them. If she could push them far enough they might kill her and her torture would end. She cried her self to an exhausted sleep. When they came to her before daylight the next morning with food and water she could not resist the nourishment her body. The thought sent an icy chill through me, in fact I might not have gotten off the elevator if Cindy hadn't been standing right in front of it when the doors opened. I took one look at her and exclaimed, "My God, you're beautiful!"When she smiled I noticed for the first time that she had three dimples, one on each side and the cutest little one on her chin. She lightly tapped my nose with her index finger, "My dear Chris, you should never use the Lord's name when you're fibbing. It makes it into. She kept insisting that she was waiting for the right play to break out and do better and try harder, but I was beginning to believe that my sultry Carla was even more of a hedonist than I could ever hope to be.More often than not lately, I'd come home and find Carla very drunk and very naked, sprawled on the couch and masturbating furiously. I could tell by her sweat-soaked body that she'd been at it for a long time, yet she pounced on me and insisted that I take her. Most of the time, I was.