He was big and hard and pushed himself into her mouth as far as it would go. JoAnne got most of him down her throat but Vito wanted more and forcefull... pulled her head toward him. He stretched her throat to it's limits. She could do nothing but gag with tears cascading over her cheeks.He picked her up and dropped her on the bed. "Okay slut," he said, "masturbate for me."She misunderstood, closing her fingers around his rock hard cock. She moved her hand up and down his shaft until precum began. She stopped again. That dress. It was perfect. If only she could try it on but looking at the door...she almost gasped. The sign turned to open. At long last.She pushed the door open to the jangle of bells above her head and stepped timidly inside letting the door go and jumping as it closed more heavily than she had expected and then very quiet except the muffled sounds of the cars on the street outside. There was something strange about the shop. Almost a timeless quality. No, not timeless.. I was sort of glad she didn't ask me to demonstrate that one for her friends. Oh, I would have performed on demand. I didn't want to embarrass my Mistress by suddenly playing dumb and refusing to do my "trick". But, let's face it: Peeing into a toilet bowl on demand, and then doing the flush-and-put-the-seat-down routine? For an audience of young women? Well, that can be a little bit humiliating.But Brenda didn't call upon me that evening to demonstrate what a super-smart doggie I was. After. "I knew you were watching Tom and I the other day." She said."I'm... I... Paula..." I stammered."It's okay." She said. "Tom takes excellent care of me in bed. He's all I can think about anymore. I can understand your fascination." She continued. "They want all of the strong people in charge, 'Richie', they want all of the weak people under the strong; people like me; people like you."I was a little scared by what she was saying. My hands were pressed tightly over my crotch, as though trying to.