Another pause. Longer this time. With lots of whimpers.Fuller's cock felt VERY happy in Leslie's scorchingly hot, vise-tightbottomhole. Truth be to...d, he didn't like hurting the boy, but heloved dominating him. Making him beg to be fucked. Watching himsubmit through his pain. You just don't get that from women now, doyou?Fully seated, Fuller moved slightly, letting his large ballsack slapagainst the rear parts of Leslie's dangling "pink purse."Leslie stopped whimpering and gasped a little. Brian let’s up for a little, letting go of the poor girl’s nipples, giving her a brief respite, “I love hearing you scream” he comments right before he pulls hard on her nipples again. Tears in her eyes, Emily tries to brace herself for her nipples to get twisted, but it doesn’t really help, “GRAAARMRMPGRHH!!!!!” Emily screams again, crying now, her mascara and make up now running down her face.Brian continues to pull and twist Emily’s sensitive nipples for another five minutes, taking in her. I took my lot graciously and did not complain. Even as I was whippedfor failing to remove an imperceptible black spot off a great ironskillet I'd been commanded to wash, or caned for an article of cleanlaundry growing dirty as it blew dry in the wind, I did not complain. Iwept quietly and stoically, burying my resentment and anger deep insidemy bosom. One day the Mistress came to me as I scrubbed the walls of a rarelyused room in the cold, northern wing of the mansion. She stood watchingme. The sun was either rising or setting, but never did it glare at me. I pulled open the silk netting that surrounded the giant bed and crawled in. The man followed me. He was just a random thought in my mind, a model to some junior or senior in high school I would meet, a dream boy that would sweep me from my feet and protect me in the new school. I looked up to find him completely naked crawling toward me. I peered down to my own naked body. I would have blushed but nothing was real. The guy.