"No need for any of that. I'll be calling you 'girl' or maybe 'bitch' from now on, depending on circumstances." Oh." I licked my lips, not really know...ng how to respond to that. "I guess uh, well ... okay."I wasn't sure I was going to like being called bitch all the time, but girl was sort of acceptable, in a way. He was older than me, a lot older, maybe even older than my dad, who was 53 and pretty old, in my opinion. The man had a strong jaw and deep set eyes, but otherwise it was hard to get. . Mmmmmmm….. The mere thought of that happening makes my pussy even more wet and I slowly slide 2 fingers deep inside of me…. What is it about this man…..he makes me want to please him in every way possible…… He brings out the very things I have been trying to hide….. What is it about this man….he has turned me into the very thing I said I would NEVER be…… I inhale deeply yet again only this time the scent is stronger….. I get wetter and those two fingers slowly begin to move in and out as my. . something terrible and he cried like a baby then.He loved pain.... her pain.... so much more then pleasure. (thinking of this she began to cum again and sobbed) ...then, as her finger began to stir her still-sore clitoris she began to glow and smile and remembered the rest - last night.... she became bright and her fear fell from her face.... she began to glow like a new bride and.... remembered the rest of her evening game they played. Her game. Her game. ....her fingers began to. " I turned to start and he stopped me, "What do you say?" he asked. I answered "yes sir" Once I was naked he told me to bend over and put my hands on my knees. Once I was in position he started to rub my ass running his fingers up and down my crack teasing me. Just as I started to spread my legs for him he swatted me hard. I jumped and straightened, he pushed me back over. "Don't you ever run away from me again!" he said, then swatted me again. He kept that up for a few minutes, fondling my ass.