Fuck! I try not to have a lot of rules in my life, but here’s one: Don’t come to me for a hug and a kiss with a butcher knife in your hand!So why ...id I stay with her? I think it was the adrenaline addiction. I never knew what that crazy woman would do. Half the time I was skyrocketed into ecstasy and half the time I was scared out of my mind.I’d gotten a job teaching playwriting and dramatic theory at a small university after I finished my grad work. That’s what I went there to teach. The. Perplexed Krissy looked to Donna who only smiled and told her to watch how dirty whores were cleaned after being creamed. Now Krissy knew why the drain was in stage floor beneath the rack, all cocks launched a rainbow of piss that drenched the slave from head to toe. She shrieked and cried, blinked eyes and spit to the organic ammonia raining upon her. Krissy would have liked to think that the driving rub of synthetic cock she was sharing was the sole cause for her orgasm, but in reality it was. His hands went around my waist as he lifted me on to his body. His cock was nudging at my opening as I opened my mouth and felt his hot breath and tongue slide inside. His cock opened my pussylips and eased inside me effortlessly. I groaned with delight as his enormous cock pushed its way inside me until the head of his cock was banging at my cervix. No cock had ever been this deep inside me, and the stretching was sensation was sexual bliss.His hands went to my full breasts and began to. A clear drop of pre-cum grew at the slit at the top."What does it taste like, you know, that stuff that spurts out?" I, uh, I don't know." Didn't you, you know, that time in the dungeon?" No." I cast about for a way to continue."I failed my Mistress that time."She looked up at me, her face a question mark. I explained my comment to her."When I was in the dungeon, I gave myself, gave over my will, totally to your Mom. It was the only way I could endure what was going on inside my head, to get.