After a couple of minutes, Carol said, “Ride the horsey ... I wanna ride the horsey,” so I took her by the waist and flipped from being on her bac... facing the pillows, to being on my back, facing the door. This inertia of this motion caused me to push in a bit farther, causing me to groan as I may have never groaned before.Carol, staying impaled on my dick, sat up and started to play with my nipples, getting me even closer to climax. She started her back and forth and I bucked like a horsey,. .." ... slave? You were Mr. Shaw's slave though, weren't you? He trained you well." Mr. Shaw was my husband." Mr. Shaw was your master before he married you, isn't that right, Vanessa?" She stiffened when she heard me call her by her first name. I'd always been formal with her before."He loved me." I didn't ask you that, Vanessa. I'm sure he loved you. Even a master may fall in love with a slave. Don't forget that a slave can't lie to a master. She risks a whipping if she's caught lying to her. .. you are now mounting me, riding me, you now control the rhythm, the speed of the strokes, and you impale yourself hard upon my shaft, then again, harder this time, you continue, each time harder and more driven than the last. You are massaging my chest, kissing and biting my nipples as you furiously drive your pussy down on my cock. Your close your eyes and become enraptured with the moment, the sensations, and the coming pulsations. I feel my own moment coming; like a searing hot liquid. She glanced swiftly down at her aching tits, shockedto find that in fact Jed Wilson still maintained his hard grip on hertingling nipples, and if anything he seemed to have increased the greatmanual pressure. Strangely, however, some defense mechanism inside herown body had moved to nullify the pain, and as she stood there inamazement, her breasts actually began to glow with a bizarre sort ofsensual warmth which was truly exciting.Melanie Tucker could not fully understand what was happening to.