Master was behind her, running his fingers over her new tattoo. It was burning and stinging and he pressed his thumb into it as he entered her. "You...re mine, little whore." He said so quietly, she barely heard him. He gently stroked in and out of her for a few seconds and then, he pulled all the way out and spreading her checks with his fingers he rammed his cock into her tight ass. He was fucking her ass so hard, pressing on the fresh tattoo and the stranger was pounding in and out of her. He'd placed the blunt end of his cock against the slight opening between her cuntal lips and told her that it might hurt a little. She'd told him to stop stalling around and to start fucking.She'd heard before that it was supposed to hurt, so when he pushed his stiff prick down, and in, she'd lurched upward, figuring that it'd be better to get it over quickly.Betty had suffered very little pain. She guessed that she'd had a very thin piece of worthless skin. Or else she'd already punctured it. Until recently I've always considered myself pretty normal as far as sexual preferences go. I mean, I'm 24 years old, married, and consider myself to be a very attractive blonde, 5 foot 3, 35-23-34 woman. I had only had fleeting thoughts about being with another woman sexually. I was curious as to what it would be like, but had never made any efforts to find out. I'm very open-minded where sex is concerned though, and have always loved to try new and interesting things. Recently I had the. I feel so weak. Like I just had my ass kicked. I begin to brush myself off.“Thank you.” I sigh, almost shaking my head at myself.“No problem, glad to help. So what did you slip on? Or how did you slip?” They stare at me with a curious expression.The thing is ... I don’t really know what had happened. I glance to the sink ... Then to my hands. I feel like I want to remember something ... Even though I have no clue what it is that I want to remember.“I’m not sure, maybe clumsy feet?” I sort of.