I needed to take my mind off it and so I asked her about her plans now that she had left school. “Well I want to go onto university and get a degree...in psychiatry,” she explained quite formally. “I like the idea of figuring out why people do things.” “I always thought psychiatrists just attributed everything to sex.” I couldn’t help it. It just blurted out of mouth. The filter I had placed between my brain and my tongue clearly wasn’t working. In the micro second it took for her to respond I. My arousal heightened by your refusal.You covered your breasts in the matching basque and slipped the sheer nylons up your legs and fastened them. The dress hugged your figure as your dirty blonde hair came to rest on your shoulders. The white pearls around your neck and wrist and your diamond wedding ring sparkling in the light. The black shoes with four-inch heels made you tall and you smiled as you patted my head. Bright red lipstick was adorning your lips. How I love red lips. And then you. "Once she had gotten out, she tried to stand, but he stopped her."Be careful," he said with genuine concern. "Don't get up too fast."She decided to try and break the ice. "So, do you have a name?" Master will do, for now." My name is ... ow ow Ow!" She tried to stand, but dizziness and leg cramps interfered. She managed to collapse on the bed.The man shook his head. "I told you not to get up so fast."But as long as you are up here, we can get this out of the way." He grabbed her arms and forced. Feeling his thrusts, hearing his grunts, and making you want nothing more than to feel his manly jizz shoot deep and fill you. What if he wanted to flip you over and shoot his beautiful, white load all over you? Would you do it? In truth, would you actually be begging for it? Oh, how you want to taste it, but his pleasure comes first, doesn’t it? If he desires to fuck his cum out, aren’t you more than willing to let him? His cock in your ass, using you, with each thrust, he makes your own cock.