My senses heighten with anticipation of things to come. My master has given his commands. My body is humming like a tuning fork to each syllable. He ...oats my ears with the most vulgar of words, only to be transformed into honey within my thoughts. I can feel my body starting to ache; it is a welcome sensation. I feel his fingertips rest upon my shoulder. His tongue traces the curve of my neck sending shivers to ripple across my skin. I inhale deeply the musk of his scent, so strong my pussy. .. M-Master!” Julia had realised the error of her initial protest and was quickly trying to make amends. “I want... to be f-fucked by them... both of them... I... I’d love it!”Quentin gripped Julia by her hair. “Slave,” he said, “you made a slip didn’t you? I know. Your first reactions at the news were your real ones...”“No... NO... Master!”Quentin slapped the girl’s face. Left and right... left and right. Stinging, head-jerking slaps. “Don’t lie to me, you bitch!”“No... I swear...”Slappp.... ‘How could he?! How could he?!’ Her brained forced the words at her constantly, ‘Fucking fucker! Fucking asshole!’ The vision of him and that fucking slut having sex together made her feel like her heart had dipped into her belly, and her chest set on fire. She kept coming back to thinking about how much she loved him and she began bawling all over again. She tried to convince herself that what she saw was a dream, another horrible nightmare. A car horn brought her back to reality and made. I shuddered at the velvety heat surging through me. My thighs tightened about Jalal's waist as a throaty moan burst from my lips.Such delicious rapture rippled through me. The velvety friction of my little brother's cock plowing into my asshole filled my body. I whimpered and groaned, bucking on the couch, pressing my shaved pussy into his bush on his pubic mound. I ground against those ticklish hairs, such delight surging through me.“Daddy, he's reaming my asshole so hard!” I moaned, eyes.