Our discussion of this particular scene had been intermittent. I knew she wanted it, she knew I wanted it. But the details never made themselves appar...nt in our post debauchery pillow talk.Our conversation wrapped itself up as it usually does, she telling me how deeply she desired my attentions, me telling her "Soon, my good girl. Soon."Saturday morning, and our usual haunt - a quaint little Victorian with gingerbread trim, now a coffee shop and book store favored by hunched over introspects,. I drove my tongue into her pussy hole and locked my lips around it to make a vacuum of her pussy. It must have done the job as she was grinding her pussy into my face.All this time she had been sucking my dick and it was getting harder. When she had it as hard as she wanted it she slid off me, stood on the floor and bent over the bed. I got behind her and slid my dick in slowly and then pulling it back so just the tip of the head was in her. I did this a few times and then, without warning I. ‘Madam?’ ‘I don’t want to be whipped. What have I ever done that deserves that? Men want me, they would take it for free if I resisted, so I ask for a few pennies. They’re happy to give those, it makes them not rapists. Not like the jailors here, they give me not even a crust of bread for all their brutal pounding of my cunny. It will be night soon. They will come back to have their fun again. Like they have every night since I was brought here. Free quim being irresistible to men without coin. She tries vainly to clench her firm buttock's cheeks together, hoping she can shut off my salacious attack, but I held her fleshy half-moons tight in my grip, and my fingers bite into her flesh painfully when she tries to pull away, leaving bright red welts between my fingers that criss-crossed her ivory buttocks. Daya's eyes are tightly shut, still the tears stream like rain down her cheeks. Daya begins to be aware of a new sensation of lewd burning desire ravaging her - - a raging-hot fire.