I don't mind this as I get the opportunity to go into Patricia Pussy when she gets wet. However, many years ago, my master use to really beat me. I...mean near enough twice a days for years. He use to put his hand around me and literally choke me to death. It was insane!! I'm not sure what pleasure he got out of it, but every time he did that I use to get my revenge by plastering him with my creamy white goo. I was like a volcano when I got going.When I was small, I use to lay in my. I felt absolutely shy and embarrassed. I could tell she was glad to see me as well as me, but I didn’t put a face of that. She offered me some drink, and then we sat and talked different things, all this time she kept on examining me with her cute clever eyes. Soon she asked me if I had ever been with any woman. I felt perplexed, and then said NO. She then asked me if I didn’t mind to be, I said I needed some time to be prepared. She looked at me attentively and said if I agreed we would make. I pictured us both in pouring rain behind the bar in an alley. I held her pinned and impaled against a wall, her nylon sheathed legs locked tightly behind my back. My hands roamed freely over her luscious flesh and I was goring her repeatedly, each thrust met with the raucous scream of an alley cat in heat. I may have been daydreaming, but I was in control, and enjoying fucking my angel senseless. “Mr. Tarakan, look at me.” A hard slap across the face brought me back to the hotel room, and. Since I already had my purple panties on which were soaked with three prior orgasms, I figured a fourth one would be a nice addition. God my clit was getting sore, and after I was finished I got dressed, and went into town to meet my friends. I intended to wear these panties for the next week. The thought of springing my trap kept me preoccupied for most of that week. Each morning I’d finger myself in bed with my purple panties on. I would then take them off to shower of course, but then put.