The pleasure was insane, I could feel every single inch of him inside me as he fucked me like mad. I was moaning loudly and he would let out an occasi...nal groan. ‘Fuck!!’ I shouted, unable to control myself any longer. My arms buckled from underneath me, and my face fell into the waiting pillow, muffling my sounds. He moved his hands back onto my hips, pounding me harder and harder. He squeezed my hips tighter, digging his fingers into my flesh. I moved my hand onto the bed post, begging for. It was just too easy to fall asleep that afternoon, and it was after three o'clock when I finally woke up. I got up creakily, and headed into the kitchen. I started rummaging through the cabinets, looking for cookies or crackers or something.I was just in the process of fumbling open a bag of potato chips, trying to tear the bag open with my teeth without jarring my cut lip too much, when I heard a soft knock at the back door. Before I had a chance to see who it was, the door opened, and Jake. Master leads cracker cunt out of the room.Master Charles and his slave arrive at the dinning hall, he sits in a chair and cracker cunt kneels on his left. The naked waitress comes over ?What can I get you Master??Master reaches up and twists the waitress’s tits hard, ?I will have coffee, OJ, two eggs over easy, with hash browns and bacon. Cracker will have oatmeal.? The waitress brings the food and sits a plate of food in front of Master, and places a bowl on the floor in front of cracker. . I didn’t know what to say. When I had said that before men had always happily obliged, I was horny as hell and needed fucked, what did he want?“Fuck me, please.” I begged. My body was sore from yesterday, yet aching for more of the same. How was I going to get this man to fuck me?“I said that was too broad of a statement. I need to know where you want fucked: throat, pussy, or ass? How do you want fucked: slow, gentle, fast, or rough? Now, are you going to tell me what you want or are you going.