Her skin was a pale milky colour with the faintest of pink blush to her cheeks, her skin was almost flawless apart from a handful of freckles spread a...ross the bridge of her nose and cheeks that made her look allot younger that her twenty two years. Although she was small and petite something that also portrayed her as younger than she really was she still had ample curves both in her chest and her hips and bottom. As she examined her appearance in the mirror she had made up her mind to respond. ‘Sensei?’ she asked. ‘What, Mrs. Lerch?’ Tommy asked. ‘I-I was wondering if you had time for some extra instruction this morning,’ the woman said. She had an open, friendly face, but wasn’t particularly attractive. Tommy thought he remembered Master Kwan saying she was some kind of artist and that her wealthy older husband subsidized her interests in art and karate. ‘I don’t have any more classes right now,’ Tommy said. ‘At least not until late this afternoon. I suppose I could give you a few. Soon, Becky could make out the moans of Ryan’s wife along with the grunts and groans of the man sliding his cock in her ass. She felt his fingers play with her swollen clit as she felt her orgasm approaching. She felt even more violated than before but never felt so sexy as now. So many unknown desires were being fulfilled. “Swallow it all, my little toy. I am about to cum,” her master moaned. Then Ryan’s cock erupted, sending a massive load of cum down her throat. She gagged and quickly. As I am forced to look up, my master, Andrew descends his body wrapped with thick silver chains. Red stripes matching my own all over his body, some had even broke the skin, small drops of blood forming along the welts. I look back at Satan as I now knew him, Henri had gone completely, this man that was abusing my Master and I was a stranger a vicious, sadistic, stranger. He smiles down at me, lifting his hand and clicking his fingers. The lash bites down once more across my hips. As I scream I.