Your friend Steve never got to fuck my ass. It’s yours. It belongs to you.”This was so different from having my pussy fucked. My ass burned but th... feeling was amazing. It was like the whole world vanished and the only thing that was left was Carl’s cock in my ass. I felt totally dominated. We weren’t fucking each other. Carl was fucking me. He was fucking my ass. He owned me. I was his fuck slut. He was in total control. Carl pushed two fingers into my pussy and I came as soon as he did this.. I estimated Mandy to be in her early thirties. She was dressed in a simple tan smock with black slacks and black nurse’s shoes. As slave etiquette dictated, Mandy assumed position immediately upon entering my threshold. "You may stand, Mandy, let me get a good look at you, now turn around slowly.............you have very nice manners, you assumed the position smoothly and gracefully." "Thank you, Master Michael” she replied with a forced smile. "The door to basement is open. Go downstairs and. But absolutely none of the oldspark seemed to have survived. There was simply nothing there of the manwho had charmed, inspired and at times terrified her.She hadn't realised that she had stopped moving, that she was simplystanding there with the dildo buried to its hilt, until she heardBianca's tentative voice. "Are you okay ma'am? Did ... did you come?" I'm fine," she replied and thought of leaving it there, but surprisedherself by adding, "And no, I didn't." I'm so sorry," responded Bianca. It was early evening on a Monday and I was out jogging in the park that borders on our subdivision, with a path starting only two blocks from my home. It was an exceptionally warm day, especially for Ohio at the end of March, and I was sitting on one of the many benches to cool down. That bench is located next to a wooded area that has a small, little-used trail going into the woods, starting near the bench.I began to hear loud voices from back in the woods, and it sounded like a girl might be.