I washed my hair and bathed. I was thirsty and drank a lot of water. She let me stand in the warm water for a long while before she reached in, turned...the water off, and pulled the shower curtain open.?Dry off and go make me some dinner.? Anita handed me a towel.?Yes Mistress Anita.? I dried myself, combed my hair, and went into her kitchen. The refrigerator was mostly empty, but I found some chicken breast strips in the freezer and some canned peas and instant mashed potatoes in the pantry. I. Ashley was verbally beyond coherency as she could only repeat herself, “Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah, yeah. Oh fuck yeah, oh shit, yeah, fuck yeah.” “You’re being a very good little girl, Ashley,” I taunted into her ear, only to have her give me the perfect response: “Thank you, Daddy.” Oh Christ, this babe knew how to push my buttons! Reaching beneath her once more, I held both nipple clamps in my fingers. Then I squeezed and released the pair simultaneously, tossing them onto the bar. The blood. I do as I'm told and you grab on my hip with one hand and slide the other hand down the spine of my back all the way to my still ridiculously soaking wet pussy and open up the tightness to make room for your cock to get in once again. Of course with the amount of juices you're making my body produce, you enter me with ease and begin fucking me hard and raw. I'm screaming your name, begging you to hurt me bad, smack me up, make me bleed I need pain. You rip me back by my hair and push in me as. They broke apart after the song and my wife was laughing saying that thing was poking me through the whole song. She said it is hot in here, obviously not only because of the wood heater. She took off her coat and her nipples were hard. I commented how come you have hard nipples if so hot. She did not respond. She said it is getting late we had better go. We all stood up and my wife started to put on her coat, with her arm stretched to her back the out line of her tits and nipples were left.