I thought he could handle it so I added two more fingers, slowly at first, then faster. Finally, I decided to just treat Philipp like the whore he was...and jammed all five fingers down to my knuckles into his ass hole. I kept it up and began fisting his asshole as hard as I could. He screamed out but I knew nobody would come to help him. This was such a hot sight, watching my hand stretch out his asshole as he rocked back and forth in time to my fisting. With my free hand I again began jerking. Were you telling me you don't want me here? If so, I will go straight back to where I've been, as they show me respect and treat me like an adult. Tell me now and I'm gone."The girl who never removed her bra, Irene, packed a bag and caught two buses to reach our place. Inside our front door, she removed her dress, her panties and finally her bra, and left the lot with her suitcase in the foyer, fully expecting mocking derision. She was absolutely flat, not even a raised bit of skin for a. She decided to go for the truth. I asked her does she have a boyfriend in Pune to which she said no. It was my turn now. To my surprise, she started with a very bold question, “Do you masturbate”. I was shocked what to answer but then I told her that yes I masturbate.Then I asked her, “Do you masturbate?” She said, “Yes, I do frequently masturbate.” I asked, “What kind of porn do you watch while masturbating?” She said, “All kind of but the most I like was friends with benefits.” Chats like. Once more I cried out loudly, "You like that whore?" Jon said loudly to me. It took a minute for the pain to ease, "Yes master" I cried "I love it master" I added, knowing that Jon would want to hear me answer as a slave would. I then came down a bit and before I could gather myself, a third and fourth set of lashes streaked hard across my back as Jon whipped me to not only his pleasure, but what was now starting to be a pleasure for me as well. "Whip me" I cried out, "Whip me hard" I begged.