It is absolutely prohibited for me to speak without explicit permission. Don't let me have a chance to argue. Punish me in the most brutal way if I sp...ak without permission. No exception, no mercy!I must address YOU and YOUR female friends as MISTRESS, YOUR male friends as MASTER. This applies at all times and at any place at a clearly understandable voice level. It does not matter whether other people can hear that, in the opposite, MISTRESS, please make certain that such situations will. My eyes adjusted to the moonlit night and it was only his face I saw as he took my panties that had been discarded earlier that evening and wiped my face clean of the cum that clung to it. He kissed me softly on the mouth and pulled back smiling. ‘You really are the Slut of my dreams,’ he said, opening my mouth with his fingers and shoving my own knickers in, before closing my mouth again. I felt my legs shake and thought I was going to fall but Master held me up. He looked down at my naked. This time, it was early evening, and I’d turned into a part of the city I’d never been to before, and – the street was full, just full, of sexy-dressed girls. Very skimpy-dressed, sexy girls. I blew a fuse and dumped the van, running back in my mac and finding a shop doorway to stand there and ogle. My pants were full of cum in just a few minutes. I’d seen girls at work, girls shopping, but I’d never seen girls as skimpy-dressed as this (apart from bikinis on the beach of course, rare though. “Only if you really want it,” I gasped. “Yeah, fuck me you stud! I need to feel you in me!” I was only too happy to oblige. Call me old fashioned if you want, but I like to see him squirm as I shove my eight inch bone up his tight virgin ass. I turned him onto his back and straddled his ankles over my shoulders. I began to push into him as my eyes bored into his. “Oh my god, you’re fucking my ass! I can’t believe how awesome this feels! This is what I’ve been wanting!” he wailed. I crashed.