After a few minutes of suppressed laughs, she applied soap on my chest. She touched my nipples and massaged them. She moved her hands down and applied...soap till the towel wrapped around my waist.I was hoping that she would unknot my towel and put soap on my dick. But she didn’t. My top was covered with soap and she asked me to take put water on my body. She was about to leave when I removed the towel and grabbed her hand. She turned back and saw my erected dick.There was no shock or a fake. Afterwards I'd beat her and make her masturbate until she did. She dreaded her nightly ordeal by rape and never became inured to the shame and humiliation she endured at my hands.Phoebe particularly disliked being sodomized. It was only necessary for me to hint that I intended to penetrate her anally for my blonde sex slave to become very distressed. With her neck chain attached to her strapped ankles she was in no position to object, but she tried. She begged me, sobbing, 'Not that way!. "But I do really like your photos though. You look smart and handsome in the best way possible. You are definitely a good bit older than me but very much my type physically speaking with your hair and skin. You're adorable. I love it. :) Very sexy. And seeing your strong hands makes me want you to give me a thigh massage."As for me, I am 22. I am writing my undergraduate, senior thesis on The Plague by Albert Camus. I am single. I love languages, especially Latin and Ancient Greek. I spent a. I cried for him to fuck me. I begged him to use me in a desperate voice I hardly recognized as coming from me.I felt him moving on the bed. But he didn't climb up over me and fill me with his fat cock. Not yet. Better yet, he spread my legs apart and stretched out between them. When I felt his warm breath on my pussy again I cried out, "YES! Oh god yes! Eat me, Josh! Eat me you bastard!"It was every bit as good as the first time he ravaged me with his mouth. No. It's better. This time I don't.