The claws grasping her, with theirvicelike strength. The cold. The dark. She feels her cunt stretch painfully to accomodate his phallus. Shecries... because she always cries when the fucking begins. The relentless,inhuman fucking that tears her inside, that forces wave after wave ofpleasure and pain crashing over her. Her whole world is darkness and theburning nerves in the young pussy, as the monster forces himself into heragain. And again. And again. She will be broken and exhausted. My blush does not go unnoticed by the cashier, a young-looking girl with dimples who looks at Mistress and winks conspiratorially.I take the two paper bags of groceries and follow the tug of the leash as Mistress walks briskly back to the car. After putting the bags on the floor of the back seat, I once again buckle up in front. Mistress drives us to the lingerie store, where she informs me she has a special purchase to make. When we walk in, the clerk barely gives me a second glance. Mistress. The breeze was blowing softly across her naked body, giving her pleasant goosebumps and Red felt as free and as light as the wind. She spread her legs, and emptied her bladder, still full from her breakfast, enjoying the freedom to just pee wherever she liked and at the same time strangely turned on by the possibility of a stranger watching her.Glancing around, she reached between her legs where a trickle of piss still ran from her labia, and slid her fingers between her slit, beginning to feel. There was always a change in Cindy’s demeanor when I came home from seeing a woman. When she crawled in bed with this night her kisses were more passionate ,and she started asking questions about what we did.I told her how hard her body was and described how big her breasts were. “Oh I got a view of them”Cindy said “she was quick to show me them.Then she asked me if i wanted to feel them”, “So did you? “ I asked Cindy ,but she didn’t answer. She just kissed me and ran her hand down to my.