My body was always very sensitive. He hadn't caught it in his hands and I was jittery as hell. He caught the nipple and tongued the sensitive little p...ak until I was writhing beneath him. I was so distracted by that, that I hadn't paid attention to his hands. He reached between my legs and inserted a finger in deep. I groaned as he worked it in and out of me. I tried to relax but I could feel my body starting to fly as he stroked me, adding fingers gradually. I couldn't take the double. Within seconds he was up in my face, angrily talking back to me. I had to give him credit for balls, but did that little punk really think he stood a chance?“That’s what happens when you get in my way,” I said, “Got a problem with it?”“What if I do?”Oooo, little man had some fight in him? Big mistake, but I was going to enjoy it. It had been nearly two weeks since I kicked somebody’s ass. If he wanted to go, I was more than happy to oblige.“Why don’t we take this outside then?” I said.He’d back. Obviously not so private as I realized someone must have been following our every move with the camcorder and possibly a spotlight to record every kinky step of our time in the dark pub. I watched in awe as Master fed me and offered me something moist to clear my cum coated throat. The camera focused on the stage and did a 360 degree pan of the crowd. I was shocked! I was being presented to a crowd of at least one hundred Masters and their obedient sex slaves. The slaves were dressed in. Numbness. As I laid there and felt the medicine starting to take effect I remember back to when I first meet Ashley. She was Mike bio-daughter and when he told her that I was stay here she made weekly visit. She said that it was because she wanted to get to know me but I soon learned that was bullshit. One day after Mike got really drunk he threw me around the house and like this time I couldn’t go to school without anyone know. As I was sleeping off the pain she came by and found me. “That.