However, as my slave you will forfeit all of your human and husband’s rights. A slave does not have sex with her mistress. I have some ideas in th...t regard, but we’ll get to them down the road a bit. I don’t want to overload you with too much too soon.?On Saturday morning we’ll get up early so we can get to the shops before they become too crowded. We’ll go to high-end shops where we’ll get personal service. I will not allow the salesgirls to make fun of you. You’ll need clothes,. Wrapping my right hand around my already hard cock and the other to cradle my nuts, I began to pump up and down in rhythm with the chick face fucking the huge cock on TV.Time past as the show went from one cock sucker to the next, I was pretty close to cumming when I heard a car door slam. Oh shit, someones here I thought! I quickly pulled up my shorts and turned the TV off. I heard a cough, it was Bryon's uncle "Wayne", a 50ish old drunk that spent every weekend trying to get laid. Wayne. ”“He did,” Wren said, “and I was in agony each time that I had to sit and get up.”“But you liked it Hon. You did cum twice.”“It still hurt.”“What about you Emily, could you walk about with that inside you?”“I think so Master, but as Wren says I’m sure that it would hurt if I had to sit down or stand up.”“Okay, I don’t want you doubled-up in pain on your first day with us, can you squeeze it out?”“I think so Master.” I replied, happy that I do kegel exercises.I managed it, the bottle bouncing. Although it was a heavy repeating rifle, he had attached a powerful scope to it, and right now, it was on its single shot setting, to both save energy and make it more accurate. He settled the stock against his shoulder, laid his cheek on the stock and peered through the scope. With practiced ease, he squeezed the trigger, felt the hammering recoil or the rifle thud into his shoulder and saw the bolt tear through the shoulder of a militiaman. He aimed again on another, and fired. And fired. And.