No it isnt you fucking bitch. I think for you. You feel or do nothing unless I tell you to. Youre not a real person. All you are is my personal fuckdo...l – put on this earth to please ME. I am your master and what are you? ..I am your slave. And what does that mean? What must you do at ALL TIMES? Obey you. Tell me why that is again? You pinch my nipple hard between your thumb and forefinger through my thin t-shirt, forcing me to shout the words, BECAUSE YOU ARE MY MASTER! PLEASE NO MORE!! You. "Right, so now we know what is at stake," I say in an overly cheerful voice. "Let us now plan." Now we are getting into my territory. Rubbing my hands together as I get the ball rolling.According to Godiva, we would be tested as a group starting first thing in the morning. It is the only reason why they had not attacked us physically, yet. The plan was for us to present a unified front. We would only be as strong as our weakest link. This way all of us would test the same, I hoped.Next is to. My favourite time was when he had my head hanging off the bed while I was lying on my back. I had no control over how much of his cock entered my throat. It was forceful and rough, but I loved it.We only have sex a couple times a year. Our relationship isn’t based on sex. Yes, we play with one another. I love going down on him. I receive more orgasms than most women. Just to get one another off, satisfies both of us more than sex would. He was more than I could’ve wished for.We had our hard. Instead of rage and violence, Tammy seemed resigned to the fact that Amy was fully sexualized and ready for more than petting. When she saw and heard her mother, Amy pulled back from me and covered her breasts with one arm while trying unsuccessfully to cover her pussy mound with the other.Seeing how fruitless that was, Tammy gave her daughter a look of love and said, "Baby, I know what you're feeling. You are at that stage where your body craves touched, and you feel like you'll go crazy.