"I'mso glad we came out here today. I just don't get nearly enough spare time, butwith the holidays..." She smiled pushing her reddish brown hair away...fromher soft brown eyes. She was a beautiful mixture of black and Indian that gave her the best featuresof all races. Rachel's eyes were beautiful a beautiful almond shape with sootylashes that always looked made up. Her high cheek bones gave her the smile of amodel and she was constantly smiling about one thing or another. She'd beengifted with. He let out a sigh, and whispered to me... 'that's it'. The words went through me... activating another sense - the sound, making it so real.I knew what he wanted me to do... I just allowed myself to go with it... like I was remotely controlled by him, sensing every action. I moved in and opened my mouth slightly and allowed his shaft touch my lips. The warmth of his cock felt so nice. The slight stickyness from the sweat tasted salty... I allowed my tongue to peer out to taste it. He held. Then the pain began and Karen gasped and jumped as the firm flesh of her budding breasts was roughly pinched and pulled."Good girl," Victoria continued to murmur, stroking the surprised face of the girl as she panted and jerked, her lovely little breasts receiving ever more painful pinches and twists. "I have weights to pull your nipples outward," she told the young girl lovingly."I'd look funny with big nipples," Karen breathed, staring at the red angry marks on her otherwise smoothly rising. A beating would remind me to not be so ... so anything. I’d learned to enjoy the reminders that I’m no good for anything except being mistresses stress relief.“Well?”Sir Paul needed an answer. I needed my hole. Mistress needed me to be gone. I cried. I think I fell to the ground. I know my head hurt like mistress had punched me on the back of my head again but that might have been when my head hit the floor.It was daytime. I was laying straight. Like on my back with my back and legs straight..