.. but I didn't care. I wanted to be used. "Ya, that's it bitch boi," he chuckled... there it was, my favourite nickname... He fucked my face, going d...eper and harder when he realized his fag boy wasn't putting up a fight. He had won, dominated me. And I was accepting. It felt good to be used; to be treated like a whore. I wanted more. I wanted to taste his balls. "Grkhhcan guuhhh I suuukkfff yougbaawwwwllsss" I muffled through his thick cock, constantly pressed in the back of my throat. Mr.. “I have a plan for you and I, and if you find it acceptable, then I would very much like to be your mentor and teacher. Other thing as well, but that is the important thing. You have a capacity to learn, I have not ever had the pleasure of working with a submissive with so much talent for it.”“Do you think? I would love to have you teach me, I have already told you that. When can we start?”“Silly girl, we have already started, now come here and lets get to know each other on a more personal. She fought his advances as long as she could, the leather growing slick as it masturbated her in front of the men in the audience. She tried to stop her hips from moving but they grew a life of their own, up and down with the movement of the crop. Her thighs began to part as the leather crop sought entrance to her lips, pushing aside all resistance until she felt the cool air of the room between her thighs, the gasps from the audience as her pink lips opened up to the fondling of the crop. Her. “Ooh sir its much bigger that in the picture that Shaz took in the café sir” she said smiling and I knew that as I was soft then and now I was rock hard. Mia looked at it for a few seconds and then reached out wrapping her little fingers around the shaft pulling the skin back to expose the swollen head, “Mmm sir that feels so nice sir… Ooops” she said as a droplet of precum oozed out the tip and at first she wasn’t sure but then leant forward and licked it off with her warm tongue.“Oh sir, that.