And the memories afterwards I found to be very distressful, and not very useful.Steven loved to physically abuse his slaves. Once Michael had told Ste...en everything he knew about me, which wasn't much, Steven had him prove his loyalty and love by having Michael lick his ass. After Michael's tongue had penetrated his rose, Steven knew Michael was his, and proceeded to rape the helpless slave, not caring about the pain his rough treatment caused. Michael hated every moment of it, but never for a. He called me baby as I worked him over, grazed hands and fingers over my head and whatever other part he could reach of me without having to sit up. He said in heavy exhale that he’d waited a week to get where he was. All the while I licked and lashed tongue over those balls, I felt his cock occasionally graze over my forehead. I was quick to reach up and help it along; give it a gentle stroke on occasion to get more precum from it. It all felt so good that I soon spit out those balls, changed. I loved that he enjoyed my mouth enough to reward it with the salty smooth taste of his essence. Time became a blur. Reality became a blur. Doubt left me. I am a sissy cocksucker. I am a slut. I am a tranny bitch to be used by real men like this. My ecstasy was total. I was where I belonged. But then as my mind became one with the pleasure of sucking his cock he pulled it from my mouth, holding it just out of my reach. "Do you want this cock boy?" Please Sir, please let me suck your cock." I. ”Wendell started moving in and out of her slowly. Hedidn’t feel excited, but her tight muscles clenchedaround him kept him aroused. He didn’t feel like hecould come. Joan couldn’t stop crying except when shewas gasping or making terrible sounds of pain. After afew minutes, she screamed at him.“Faster, Wendell. I know it will hurt more, but I don’tthink you are going to come going this slow, and everysecond is agonizing. Please do everything you can thinkof to.