Tell me you like it. Tell me you like being tied up and used and fucked against your will. Tell me you want my cum. DO IT! I&hellip, I like being tie...d up I whisper, haltingly. I like being fucked&hellip, I like your cock&hellip, please cum for me. You smile. Its the smile of a master manipul8or. It is neither friendly nor reassuring. If anything, I fear you more. Good&hellip, Now I wont have to kill you. I cant tell if my heart sank or leapt at that news, because you suddenly increased the. How could this change have taken place within her?Angel had never been to the basement dungeon before. Compared to the over all size of Master’s house it was not very big. She guessed that the footprint of the dungeon was only about one fourth of the overall basement. As the three of them came down the stairs Angel notice that here was a darkroom, a fully functional kitchen, a recreation room and then the room with the locked door, the dungeon.The dungeon itself was not as Angel had. Sam told her that Rodney was a musician and that he played with a jazz group at a club called "The Oasis" over in Brooklyn. They set up a date for all three of them to go to the club the next night. After he left, Sam confided in her that he a "dishy" friend in the band called Otis who play a mean horn. Mandy was not quite sure what a "mean horn" was but she figured it was like those things they played at funerals and such.The club was down in a basement and the cigarette smoke was so thick you. .long convulsing orgasm as he continued to stroked me hard and fast...I came a second time as he continued..."good baby , I want to make you cum a lot" he whispered as he then pulled me close and started kissing my neck...I said "fuck it" and took off my mask and he kissed me deeply...rubbing my body all over as we kissed...I could feel his hard cock begging to be released...I quickly got on my knees in front of him and he pulled his cock out...he smelled of ivory soap as I sucked that big.