I sit back and watch for a while. I’m impressed with his stamina, and how his massive member is stretching out her pussy, a pussy that is tight arou...d my 7” cock. I enjoy the view of her pumping her wet little cunt while she still has her plug in her ass. When I finally can’t take it anymore I go pull her plug out and shove it into her willing mouth. I lick her ass and spit in it to get it lubed. After rubbing the head of my cock around her gaping pussy I slowly start pumping it into her little. His tongue running along her wet velvety folds lapping up her juices making her blood run hot, his snout pushing hard against her, rocking her on her knees forcing her to push back on him to keep the shackles from cutting into her wrists. She keeps begging and pleading ?please, Master! No! Please don’t do this!? Her body burning with shame, her pussy wet and throbbing with longing. ?Tell me you don’t like it, bitch.? she keeps begging ?please, Master! Please! Don’t do this, please!? . Therefor Damian couldn't tell her his, 'Olden Days, Historic Tales of My Youth', series of stories; which had always driven Cameron nuts. Cameron never believed for a second that his 'never been nowhere old man' had ever been anywhere on the road, least of all as a mythical swaggy.He also didn't believe, that the man who tutored him on most of the Maths he'd learnt (up to year two Uni level), had only done up to a second class education, which included almost no mathematics. However the old man. I was ready for a fight. Thestoniness faded from his face, now he simply looked tired."The band's a wash," he said. "They've been coming apart for months. Itreached a place where they couldn't stand the sight of one another. Theyonly agreed to do the House of Blues gig because we'd signed a contractand risked a lawsuit if we renigged. It's no wonder Faith bailed on me."He glanced down at his hands. They were folded in his lap."It's almost dawn," he said looking up. "You need to protect.