Her mouth sucked on my ear and she blew some eardrums as she screamed. I then slowed down to grab her legs. I placed both of them on my shoulders, and...grabbed the passenger chair once again to gain the leverage I had before. That nearly made her eyes pop out. "Oh fuck YES! Oh God oh GOD!!" She gripped my shoulders and I was reaching the point of no return. She shook with another orgasm. This time I didn't let her push my dick out because I was cumming so fucking hard I thought the condom would. Kim’s photograph showed that she was a heavy set girl, somewhere in her late twenties. She was by no means fat, but as my mother used to say ‘she’s got meat on her bones’. I thought she looked a good few years younger than Nadine, who’s age I still wasn’t sure about, but the picture gave no hint when it was taken.As agreed, we met up at the ‘Cat & Fiddle’ pub, on the notorious A537 Buxton to Macclesfield road. The A537 is a very twisty, often quite empty, road, favoured by bikers. Sadly, for. When I asked her why she hated me, she had tears in her eyes and swore she loved me and what she was doing is the only thing she could think of to help me.”“I hope you’re right. I tend to think she enjoys having a sex slave. She keeps finding new ways to humiliate you. I keep wondering what else she can come up with.”“We only have a week before we find out. Can we change the subject?”“By all means! What do you want to talk about?”“I don’t want to talk at all. I had planned to thank you for that. But it was always at his discretion. His choice. I was his plaything to do with as he pleased. He even told me sometimes that I was the best sex toy he could even imagine. That always filled me with a sense of pride, and usually made my pussy tingle a little.Not every morning was as good, of course. If we had had a long night, or when either of us had a cold, there was always still the matter of how I would start my day. Though he never failed to wake me up, on those days he was kinder - often.