His asshole was pulsating in anticipation. I put the head of my cock to his tight asshole and pushed but it fought me. It wouldn’t open for my cock ...o matter how hard I pushed. I thought great, let’s get a finger in this tight hole and loosen him up. I heard him squeal a little as I worked my index finger in. Oh boy he was tight. I could imagine how good this would feel once I got my cock in. I felt him finally relax his asshole a bit and took that as my opportunity to stick my cock in. I was. I silently nodded. Out of nowhere, he grabbed my neck and threw me against the hard tile then slapped me hard. I didn’t scream or resist. Instead, I slowly rolled against the floor. ‘You missed that, Xiara?!’ he yelled angrily. ‘You miss the torture your fucking master put you through?!’ I remained silent, the sting and pain still ringing through my head. He stood again, groaning with frustration. ‘You’re so pathetic! You don’t even deserve another man!’ I sat back up, the comment pushing a. He moves his hands all over her, massaging her thighs and moving up to her crotch, where he moves hands up and down, lightly over her almost silken pubic hair, and with more force over and through her labia. Massaging her labia, pulling them, stroking them. Slipping his fingers down between them to the mouth of her vagina. Pushing two fingers inside her, then slipping them out again and up between her labia, to the top and down again.He knows what he is doing. What she likes. They've done this. I finally placed an online order withBloomingdales for some clothing. I suppose I could have shopped betterand cheaper somewhere else but it seemed the safest place. After allthey also carry men's clothing so a Bloomingdales package delivered tomy door wouldn't look that odd.I brought the box upstairs and shivering with anticipation laid out mynew clothing. First I spread on the bed a black skirt with patchpockets. Then I put on top of it the white blouse and the oatmeal/tanturtleneck I bought.