Mit.”She threw herself at me, hissing like a cat. I let her crash into my body. Her fingernails tore at my chest as her mouth bit at my neck. Hard. ... didn’t wince at the pain. Her wet cunt rubbed on my stomach as she thrashed.I seized her by the back of the neck and wrenched her off of me. I spun her around and bent her over the bed, pinning her down. I placed a hand between her shoulder blades, the tip of my dick rubbing at her ass.“Faoril, spank the slut’s ass,” I growled as I crawled onto. "CLAIRE!!!!" she jumped straight up, she had not heard Mr. Thomas come into the office, "Yes Sir?" she tried to hide her hand with the ring on it, "Show me your hand," hesitatingly she did. She stared down at the floor, knowing she had been caught red handed, he took her hand and stared at the ring on her finger, "Do you think this is yours, Claire?"She shook her head no, then he let her hand go, she worked to get the ring off her finger, but it was on tightly, she thought he was going to help. I thought I was a pretty cool customer until our first date. She got my number early and pushed all my buttons. I was teaching her to play pool and she hip checked me. My loins began to ache. By the end of the date I was talking to myself to keep from saying something stupid or acting foolish. I was hypnotized. A couple of months into the relationship she told me that she had been molested by her grandfather. He had also molested her mother. The weird part is that her mother enabled it. She was. Master had not allowed her to orgasm for a week leading up to this "date". Her mind raced through the week of tense denial, pent-up frustration, as she was forced to wear this chastity and tonight she added a large butt plug to keep her two bottom holes filled. One more hole to fill but not just yet...she thought as she scurried to complete the romantic setting in the bedroom, champagne on ice and two glasses. Only two....one for her Master...and one for...Mary. She could barely think the word.