I take the gag out her mouth whilst slowly stroking her blond hair."How did you sleep last night slut?" I ask."Good thank you my master however I woul... have liked to have cuddled you in your bed."I go to remove the bitchsuit but then have a second thought:"How would you like to be my pet slut for a whole weekend?" Hmm I'm not sure about that"She replied to my disappointment,"But isn't that what you are? My pet slut?" Yes my master" she softly replied."Well then" I said whilst sliding my erect. Forgive me if I have said something I shouldn’t. I do not know your customs.’ ‘Who? Where? How did you hear that name, Yunan?’ ‘Your Master. He said his name was Yunan. The people of the town, Darfour, where I was held, called him by the same title. I presumed it was his name.’ ‘Ah.’ the girl’s relief was evident, ‘Did he say that his name was Yunan, or that people called him so? You see, ‘Yunan’ is what they call him – the people here,’ she blushed a little, ‘ – my people. It is not his name,. At midnight when everybody slept, I gathered a little courage and put my palm on her boob as if I have done it in sleep; they felt so soft like sponge. I slept after long time with my palm on her boob, I did not dare to squeeze or something else. Next day nothing much happened, that night she also she slept next to me. Even on that night I put my palm on her boob and pressed them very delicately no response from her. I thought she might be in deep sleep, so didn’t notice, gathered some more. I’m in charge.’ He stripped down and told me to roll over to my front. I did what I was told. It’s such a turn on to be at his command. As soon as I was rolled over his hand came down and slapped my ass so hard. I pushed back and begged him for more. I was dripping wet and begging for him to take me when I felt him rub the head of his thick cock on my ass. I knew it was going to be a rough ride since I had been a bad girl. But it only turned me on more knowing what he had planned. ‘Becky are.