In and out, fucking her pussy, feeling her wet lips cling to my cock as I pulled out and then slide around me as I rushed back inside. Her knees were...weak and her thighs trembling as felt her orgasm stirring. I leaned over her and watched as a bead of sweat dripped from me and plopped onto her back. Her still wet skin glistening as she began to sweat.Only when she exploded, only when her legs were about to give out, did I push her forward, letting her crawl onto the bed, letting her legs. I slowed myself down, calmed myself. I had too. I hung and shuffled all through the night and cried at the pain and cramps. I sobbed loudly. What had I done? After an age I heard the door unlock and my Master coming down the stairs. He unlocked the chain I was hanging by and I fell to my knees. Then the plug was removed and I gasped at the fresh air. Only to feel the pipe fit and the hot taste of his piss.”First drink of the day slave” he said,” drink it up, lots more to come” he laughed.After. Her eyes closing to block out the sight of this unattractive black janitor using her body."Now take the jeans off, slut," he told her as he pinched down harder with his fingers."Arrrgghhhhh," she cried out. The pain and pleasure mingled and caused her to become more aroused and more obedient. She felt a gush of wetness between her legs. Her hands went to the waist button and undid it. She pulled the zipper down and began to tug on the denim material and move her hips as the jeans moved down her. " She had large, sparking eyes of a deep-water blue that you could drown in, set on either side of a small perky nose. An impish grin of false innocence invoked visions of chocolate smears on lips protesting that she'd not been near the cookie jar. She was breathing rapidly, causing her small, wide-set, lightly-tanned breasts to rise and fall."You look like you got bunged up purty bad," she said. Vince found the genuine concern in her voice touching.She turned and bent at the waist, placing the.