Next, Vik pinned Darcy on his back and had the sissy’s feet on his hard chest. He plowed and thundered. “This is my ass! I own your sissy pussy!�...“Yes, sir! It’s all yours,” panted the sub.“Ahhhhhh! Fuck! I’m cummmmmmmming! Arrrgggghhhhhhh!”Vik collapsed - sweaty and spent.“That was great,” Darcy heaved.“Yeah,” grunted the second-generation Indian-American.“Are you still gonna fuck me after the wedding.”“I plan on it,” he smiled. “I hope so, Vikramark,” Darcy used his full name.Vik laughed.“Is. During this time her husband, Ernesto Paphardi, was methodically searching for anyone who answered her description. From the note left in their honeymoon suite he knew she had been taken as a revenge matter by Kâtip al-Baghdadi, whom he had swindled. That being so he was convinced they had not killed her. If killing were intended her body would have been left in the hotel suite, after she had been ravaged and disfigured, naturally, but the body would have been there. Most likely Kâtip. " What you need is what ever I tell you that you need, cunt!" Oh God! Yes Sir! I love you more than you could ever imagine, my Master." Remember that, slave!" Yes Sir!"Before long, every one was showered, dressed, fed, kissed, and felt up.Then they were off to school.I had a raging hard on.For my mission this morning, that was a good thing. I needed to show a certain little lady that her new place in my life was not only real, but also secure."You want to come see me, Sir? Here at my home?". "She smiled. "Are you naked?"I nodded.She nudged the door further open and let herself in. "Then don't bother to dress on my account."So there I stood nude beside Connie, who was dressed in a small tight yellow halter and white shorts and little else, apparently, but her outfit was definitely more than mine."Are you sure you don't want me to put something on?" I asked.She swatted my arm playfully, "And cover up this fine hunk of beefcake? No way." I'm not exactly beefcake." Well," she said,.