I pulled him close to me still holding on tightly to his now very sore and tender tits. "You've just started, shithead. That will be your name - shith...ad until you prove to me that you're worthy of regaining a slave name. You're going to do everything I tell you to do without a moment's hesitation. I'm not going to play any games with you, shithead. This is serious. We're trying to repair and rebuild here. That's going to take work, sweat, pain and focus. I won't make it easy for you. Do you. I was planning to lick her clean, so he needed to prove he was good. I also agreed to give him an STD test of me, so he knew I was clean and figured she would be too since we were up until this point monogamous. We promised to get together again and exchange the paperwork. About a week went by and I got an email from Chris. He was good to go, and he told me he was hornier than hell about the whole situation. I promised him that he would not be disappointed and when he got into her pussy he. Finally, Friday rolled around and Debra rushed home after work a fast as she could safely drive. From her office downtown, it took about twenty minutes to get home if there was no traffic. However, this was Friday afternoon and rush hour to boot, so it would take her longer to make the trip.Who in the hell came up with the name "rush hour" for THIS? she thought as she tried to maneuver through the congested streets. The slow pace was excruciating, but she kept her mind on what she was going. It felt so good to have his meat in my mouth. he began to face fuck me. pushing in harder and harder with each thrust. when he pushed out i smiled at him and said " fuck me under the Christmas tree". he pushed me to the floor and we slid right under the tree. i wanted it rough and nasty until i cum all over the floor. he began to eat my pussy, it felt so good but i wanted a change. i rolled him over and slapped him across his face. " the tables are turned now bitch" i said as he began to laugh..