My uncle observed my frustration, andtook it upon himself to help. He was concern about the long-term effect ofmy low self-esteem, so he introduced m... to the world of racquetball.When my Uncle was younger he played on his college team, and had wonseveral tournaments. Today his bookshelves are lined with trophies hasproof of his accomplishments. But it wasn't his trophies that made himspecial to me, it was his ears. When I was just a little girl, I learned that hecould wiggle his ears, and. I liked the way it looked on me. “Man, this tastes awful. Do you get used to it?” He hadn’t opened his beer yet. “The more you drink, the better it tastes,” he said. Even though that was a concept I didn’t yet grasp, I took a breath, then took another swig. Maybe the feeling it gave you was a lot better than the taste. We stood there for a moment drinking before heading to the room. Once inside, there wasn’t. He couldn’t handle it any longer and immediately, he impaled me with his monstrous dick. He started to pound his queen’s pussy, my pussy right there on my throne as the other two watched. My boobs bounced on my chest due to the force behind each of his thrusts. I could feel every inch of his cock as it almost split my cervix. His hands grabbed my throat slightly as he fucked me dominantly. After a few minutes of him sliding in and out of my pussy, his hands moved down my body to my ass and. Then on to the paint department, where Master selected a paint stirring stick, bent me over, and tested it a few times on my thighs. Next were clothes pins, which Master placed briefly on my nipples through my shirt. The store was very busy, and soon I was following Master without looking up. I could no longer face the stares and giggles of the other shoppers. Two more items - a bandana to blindfold me, and ear plugs, to further my sensory deprivation. "Oh baby, I almost forgot!" he.