I was surprised by her request but did as she asked and started up skype. Eef had decided to cam with him. He was behind his desktop, wearing a t-shir... and jeans; she was on the couch, wearing a top and jeans. They started talking in front of the cam while I was watching a TV show and not paying much attention... until the moment Eef took off her top. In her bra, she was showing him her beautiful lingerie. I glanced at the screen and his t-shirt was off and his six-pack was on display for her. . I went straight for them and pulled them hard. She moaned as I pulled and twisted her long nipples as hard as I could trying to make it a little painful but she was obviously used to it. She reached up on her toes and planted a wet kiss on my lips and then down and down until she was on all fours facing my cock just inches from her mouth. She slid her knickers down so they rested just above her knees and asked "Can you see my fanny in the mirror baby?" I looked up again and had a perfect view. She was kicking and biting but I held onto her.I reached between her legs and grabbed one of her wrists, I pulled on it hard, and found that she was bending over as I lifted her arm and her crotch up into the air. I reached my other arm past her shoulder, next to her neck, and grabbed the furthest boob. In that position she couldn’t do much except try to bite me without much success.I moved her along the hallway and up the stairs very slowly. She was not helping any. At the top of the stairs. .. to surrender to it ... which made the pleasure all the more intense.I had already experienced pain at the hands of Renaud – in the upstairs bar when he pinched my nipples to make me scream – but at that point I had not associated pain with pleasure. I endured the pain simply to please Him – the nipple squeeze was pain ... the anal sex was pain ... and I’d do it for him because I was in love.In hindsight (amazing how that’s always perfect vision!), Renaud was grooming me to become his slave..