She cried unabashedly and struggled with her bonds. Let me go, Mr. Pearse! Please. She quickly remembered that she was to call him Sir or Master. Plea...e, Sir! But it was too late. He chuckled and slapped her breast. Thats for calling me Mr. Pearse. He wasnt about to let it go. She cried out in pain but it only excited him more. He reached forward and grabbed her breast painfully, squeezing it tightly in his large hand. As he squeezed he moved toward her, lowering his head to her shoulder. You. I fucked back against him as his cum kept filling my ass. I kept this up til I felt Buster pulling out of me which triggeredanother load of cum from my cock. His cum came trickling out of my ass. As Busterwent to a corner to clean his cock, I got up and went inside to clean up. I thenwent home.I got a phone call from Billy telling me he would be back tomorrow Sunday but inthe afternoon instead of the morning. Hmmm - Jenna is coming back in the morningso I will be alone with her for awhile since. Andy was so attentive calling every day at the hospital to see me, when I asked about Tom he changed the subject. Getting back home after the discharge there was a letter waiting for me from Tom, in short he'd gone away. He said that he never envisaged ever being a family man, that our sex had been the best in his life, but he only wanted the fun part of being my lover.Andy and my relationship fell apart very quickly, we didn't fuck any longer but I did suck his cock on occassions, he was still. The good citizens promptly had a court order served on him, prohibiting him from displaying goods which could corrupt the children who passed the shop on their way to and from school.But even after the shop windows had been completely covered with black paint, displaying only the words 'Sex Shop', the defenders of moral standards - my father amongst them - were not satisfied. They mounted a vigil outside the shop and took pictures of anybody entering or leaving. They did not specify what they.