I love how being on my knees, being his slut, excites me. Still I hesitate. Another slap. "Suck my cock, whore." I am truly pissed. I am not as much t...he masochist as he wants me to be, as his slut. I love what he gives me. It is not until he forces his cock into my mouth, sliding it down my throat and gagging me. That I feel my pussy flush with heat and spasm. I felt excited to be kneeling, yes. The act of being forced, his cock ramming my throat, making me choke. My pussy clenches hard. So. She was flushed and furious: "Where in the hell have you been Stewart? I sent for you hours ago!" He tried to ignore the sudden change from addressing him by his first nameto the formal surname usually reserved for the prisoners. He tried to explainhow the message had failed to reach him because of someone else's forgetfulnessrather than his own intent, but from Miss Farrow's expression, he had failedto get himself off her particular hook. Having not received any encouragementto relax, he. ? The massages he gave her became a reward to him as opposed to her, he would make dinner, arrange appointments, all of this was turning slowly but surely before his eyes but he could not seeing it happening until it had already set in.? He found himself thinking about pleasing her more and more, not about pleasing himself.? He was bothered by this at first but every time they talked about it, it seemed to flow and make sense.? This had been going on for about 5 months now, and this morning as. It was an amazing experience and I pressing her super hot ass while taking shower.We then cleaned with the same towel and tied a single bed sheet around us and we were hugging each other tightly. Our bodies were so close to each other that her boobs were pressing against my chest and I was fucking her bellybutton with my dick.She made lunch all naked and it was the sexiest sight to watch. I hugged her from behind while she was cooking.I pressed my rock solid dick against her ass and tried to.