One kill you" at that moment she freaks out and tries to get free and all I do is push my cock deeper into her as she starts crying out for help again...making me slap her in face again saying "shut the fuck up bitch or I'm gonna have to . Or theres option two which is my favourite . You become my cum slut . So which is it gonna be slut" as I pump into her faster she starts to moan a little as I can feel her grip my dick tighter "oh that's it bitch grip that cock "as I put her gag back on I. All these things and hours more of knowledge came to me in the seconds that Saba and I held each other tightly, tongues and lips working with a fury of passion to mine and expose the deepest secrets we had. I shifted my hand from her buttocks to her waist, and of its own mind it slid up towards her breast. We stepped apart and our eyes opened. She looked at me like a deer startled by headlights and shook her head. “We can’t go on,” she said. I spoke in a monotone, all my emotions stuck inside.. She sat on the bed andopened the package in front of him and shook out a panty girdle. Sheheld it open and commanded him forward. "Step into this, one foot at atime." He did and without a care for his modesty she pulled the pantygirdle up to his waist. His small member, having withered under herscrutiny, was now firmly trapped against his tummy. "There, now you cango back to the girls and continue without embarrassing them." Them?" he thought. "What about me? And what about that. Knees as wide apart as you can spread them. Ass high. Arms to your sides, palms flat against the floor." He spoke softly, guiding her with his hands into the position he wanted her. No longer able to see him in the mirror, Slave concentrated on his voice.Sir knelt behind her. "This position is called 'down'. When I say 'down', I expect you to immediately assume this position. Do you understand?" Yes, Sir," she replied."This is a very useful position," he said quietly. It is used for.