Grabbing her hair he yelled in her ear, "This is what you wanted wasn't it? You have wanted my cock in your nigger pussy since the first day haven't ...ou? You goddamn monkey whore! Keep doing the dishes while give you what you wanted." With that he let go of her head and began to roughly pound into her pussy. It was difficult as the only lubricant he had was her blood from when he broke through her hymen. Eventually her juices began to flow and things became easier. It was quit a sight; she was. She could not be certain if it had been his hands that had teased her endlessly, but it was his encouragement she wished to hear, his praise. She shook her head wondering when she had lost all logical thinking. The answer to her meditation danced across the light breeze blowing in through the windows: when she saw Mr. Leif in Sir Glen’s chambers. She sat up looking down the novice hall bathed in faint moon light feeling miles away from everything she had believed she had become. Quietly, she. She had been supporting herself with this. Instinctively and by pure touch, I gathered her left wrist in my hand. I now had both her hand bound behind her back. This meant that her tits were now grinding into the chest of her lover. The feeling of power and lust from this submission of her safety into my hands was overpowering. My animal instinct took over, and I thrust myself into her ass deeply, matching the rhythm of whoever was fucking her pussy so forcefully. I could feel his shaft driving. Her heavy breasts were now hanging just over the shoes giving him a full view of her cleavage which Brody was now staring at attentively."Yes. I'd like you to fill them up for me. I’m leaving in 20 minutes." She said, giving him a wink as she walked out of the room. Brody felt like his cock was going to burst out of his pants as he stared at the shoes on the desk. The light coming into the room made the gloss leather shine as if the shoes were made of glass. He leaned forward and admired the.