It still made no sense to me. Part of me wanted to attribute that desire to Hannah being a stereo-typical girl who constantly pines after the wrong gu....But her husband was that wrong guy and he did enslave her. Why would she want me to enslave? Why?How would I treat her if she was my slave? Would I put her above all of the other girls? Would I keep her on a pedestal so that I could admire her beauty every day but it wouldn't be spoiled by my or anyone else's touch? Would I have sex with her? Do. This was no gentle pony. This stallion meantbusiness. I was treated to harsh stallion lovingpenetrating me a full 18 inches until I could feel himagainst my uterus. Oh God. The stallion was not satisfied with just one coupling.He fucked me over and over until he just neighed withpleasure. My Master still was not convinced of myremorse. He cleaned me up and placed a metal poleinside me. What the hell? I knew as I felt it warm up.It was a curling iron. Plugged in. Hotter and hotter itgot until I. I was normally not alone but this night, the kitchen staffer (Jose) had to leave early because his kid was sick and had to go to the hospital. I had been closing for a few years on and off since my first job at a place like this in my freshman year of college, so it was no big deal to me. I sent him off to go be with his family, closed the kitchen and continued serving lattes and mochas. I called the owner and let him know I was closing alone. He offered to come and help me, but I told him it. I had never seen such a large dick before, it was so much bigger than either of the guys I had slept with.As I took in the details of has enormous hard-on, Julia giggled.“I think she likes what she sees, baby,” she commented to him. “Come on Becky, come and have a closer look.”With that she crawled over to him, and knelt in front of the chair. Sensing what was about to happen, he stopped stroking himself and placed both hands behind his head.“Have you ever given a blowjob before?” Julia asked.