Her nipples could be seen poking out, because even though they hung so low, they were high on her tits.. The areolas were dark and could tell they wer... pretty large even though only half was showing. She reached for her bra. It was an old lady bra. Skin toned with large cups that covered most of the tit. She did not put her bra on like a normal person would. First she put her arm through the strap, then she lifted her left breast up into the bra and then did the same for the other. They were so. ?I promise you’re gonna be walking funny for a month!?He freed his cock from his pants and grabbed me by the hair, pulling my head back, and shoved it in my mouth. There was no choice. Not that I wanted one. I deserved to be treated this way – like a whore. So I went limp and let him fuck my throat, fighting off the need to gag as best as I could.?Take it bitch,? he said. There was anger, lust, power and pleasure in his voice. He was high on the power he wielded and, strangely, so was I.He. Also, I’m the One who is supposed to cum not you, and I expect you to bring me off several times. Do I make myself clear?”He took a deep breath and nodded, “Yes, Mistress.”In some ways it didn’t matter to him that he wouldn’t be allowed an orgasm, but not being able to show affection during love making was a tough pill for him to swallow. He did in fact love Her with all of his heart, but if what She needed from him was stud service, he was willing to do that as well. The doubts and. Paul could tell I’d woken up, and he started talking to me again, softly. He told me I was his good little girl, and that he wanted to make me feel very good. “Think of this as like a back massage, and I promise you that it will feel very very good, ok?” I said ok, and he kept rubbing in circles, over and over. I didn’t mean to, but my hips started following his circles, and started breathing faster. It almost felt like a dream. I closed my eyes and buried my face in his chest and rocked.