I came, and then came again harder, over that orgasm, the twin sensations racing through me almost competitively. I went limp in his arms, but he jus... continued fucking endless miles of massive meat into me, his strong arms supporting me fully, my tits swaying as though my bra weren't even there. As I was ripping through my fifth orgasm, suddenly he spun me, dousing nerve endings in a new sensation in mid-cum. I think I my have cried out something about him being a big-cocked god, but who. It was the right thing to do." And this is the right thing to do now. I'm sorry, Aurora, but you just can't manipulate me into doing what you wanted me to do, giving me all this power, then waltz in here and tell me what to do. I deny you that right. You forced me into taking this power, now I'll use it any way I want. You shouldn't have made me the Special One if you didn't want me to act special. What would you do, Aurora? Would you just let these two go their separate ways, let a beautiful. .'Bruce reached over to the dresser and picked up a bottle of hair grease. As I pulled off my tennis and stepped out of my pants and underwear, Bruce applied a good amount of the grease to his rigid penis stroking it very slowly. Once I was naked Bruce said '...get on the bed on you stomach and spread your legs...' I slowly did as he told me, Bruce climbed between my legs and I felt him smear a huge amount of the grease into my bung hole and push two of his fingers roughly into my anus. He. She called me 'her bitch,' and I moaned. She then called me a slut and a whore, and I moaned more, and she said.“You like me calling you names do you?”“Yes, mistress,” I replied.“What are you?” She asked me.“I am your slut and whore mistress.”“Yes, you are.”She carried on fucking me and started to use her fingers on my clit, and I screamed out my orgasm. We then both collapsed on to bed before curling up and falling asleep.In the morning we awoke still curled up together. I got up and made.