I was a bitch, whore, worthless, good only for sexing and believed it.I'm no different than the Asian bar girls dancing naked on a stage, selected by ...umber. My stage is different but like them, I'm called by a number, my phone number. No, they dance for survival, facing the horror of what they must do to survive. Me, I dance because I want on the stage. That's who I am, a dancing whore on the meat market stage.Convincing myself I was just a sex object, my esteem plummeted to my late teenage. She thought of her Master andhis cock and THAT made her ache even more. Just then, the IM window popped up, "What are you doing, little girl?" Shepaused wondering if she should really tell him what she was thinking. "Gettingready to leave," she decided not to tell him and to tell him later on. "Good," hesaid, "On your way home, I'd like you to finger yourself. Make yourselfgood and wet for me, but don't cum. When you get home, put on your blackdress, thigh highs with garter, NO panties,. Yes….please..put it ..now ..put it…I can’t wait for any more. I wanted to tease her… I started giving love bites on her boobs and rubbing my dick on her pussy….Please fuck me hard… she started beggingI pushed my dick into her pussy. My dick was little big and thick and when it went inside, she started shouting oohhoooo…I am going to die. You had put me the hot iron rod. oh…darling…GOD save me..oh…I am going to die.I had stopped my strokes and kept my dick in her pussy. When she calmed down and. I slowly kissed her shoulders, back, working my way downward. As I worked my way down I could feel the fine hairs on her back standing up. I was now to her ass and I planted kisses on the crease where her ass met the top of her thigh, she let out a gasp and a moan. I then ran my tongue along the crease; this seemed to excite her even more. I flipped her onto her back. I spread her legs apart and started to kiss her thighs. Placing my left hand on her mound, I then used my thumb.