“Oh, Yes!” I said. “Oh, sweet fucking YES!”Sam giggled and kept tormenting me.“My mother, the whore,” she sadi gently probing occasionall... deeper. “Look at you, handcuffed to the bed and writhing in pleasure as I fuck you.”“Yesssss!” I said.“Yes? You like this?”I couldn’t speak so just nodded.“Bet you like this more,” she said and rammed the cock fully into me. I screamed and she lay full length on me. What’s wrong, whore?”“Nothing, Mistress,” I moaned. “It’s lovely. It’s so fucking. Something that drives me so crazy I could cum just thinking about it! I must have been a man in a past life it just feels natural to me. When I wear a strap on it feels like it’s a part of my body and belongs there. It makes me crave a sexy ass. I sit up and take the strap on from him, my favorite, the black patent leather with diamond rhinestone harness with the seven inch smooth crystal clear dong. Reaching into the bedside dresser drawer I pull out a tube of lube and a little bullet. ? If Wayne was using thecane he liked to send it travelling down the back of her cellulite-heavy thighsuntil parallel red weals ran all the way down to her knees.? The whip was also used on her thighs but alsosent curling around her back, making the skin glow there as well.? The paddle, meanwhile, was used exclusivelyon Laisa?s scarlet backside.? During thebeating the black feminist would scream, sob, curse and plead.? Wayne let her make as much noise as her agony demanded and took no heedof. ” Owen laughed at his own joke. “But I don’t care for tossing gasoline on the fire. Who has to be anywhere today?”“I’ve got work at 5.” Elizabeth said.“I should get some studying in.” Zera agreed.“I got Roxxi hired at the cafe.” Janice said. “I have to train her later this afternoon.”Tamara and Darlene waited silently. He looked over them all. He took out his phone and looked at the time. Quarter to 11 in the morning.“Cool, I keep the waitresses then.” He said, “Janice, do you mind--”“You going.