I move my hips trying to meet your hands as they trail closer and closer, but you don't take notice. I complain and protest. Why is he doing this to m...e? Why am I even listening? I should be able to cum when I want or need to. But yet I follow your orders, and wait for you to give me permission.You untie my hands and feet and roll me over onto my stomach and tie them back into the same position they were before. You put a blindfold over my eyes and a gag in my mouth. What if I need to cum?! How. ” I tried to keep myself grounded. When were Sam’s classes this morning? C’mon Alex! Unless she doesn’t meet Sam before the boots wear off, then -- oh shit.“Boss!” I was stopped before I could panic. I ran to extinguish the latest emergency.Another century ticked by over the next hour. I had to read everything four or five times. I had given a negligent “That’s great!” on a deeply flawed spec, and had been shoveling the resulting shit out of that hole all morning.“Fuel up.” One of the girls on. A hard blow landed onmy ass, almost flattening me. The red belt. It was a wide heavy leather one,full of metal studs and stone beads, and it wasn?t just painful ? it reallymade my ass look terrible. It marked badly. I put my head down onthe floor and crawled around licking up all the dirt. The sooner the floor wasclean, the sooner the beating would end. ~~ Matt was dead, andMalloy bitches don?t survive their men. I?d seen it before when Don had died,and his wives Frannie, Betty and Violet had. I can't believe its size! It's even bigger than the black guy I screwed and he was hung like a fucking horse!"She put her hand to her mouth and shyly said, "Of course that was before I met your father. I mean how often does a girl get to have sex with a six foot six 350 pound professional football player?" He got me drunk,took me back to his hotel room and fucked me long and hard with that big black cock. I was his white slut and I loved it.I thought to myself, "That's a whole another story.