I begin slowly licking the whole outside of her ear and nibbling on her neck. I could actually see goosebumps rise up all over her body and she leaned... her weight back against me. Breathlessly, and in a soft whisper she finally replied "yes I trust you. Why? Whatcha going to do? With this I grabbed both her shoulders, face her towards me, because I want to watch her reactions as I tell her this "whatever I damn well want. And you will do whatever I tell you to. You will be my sex slave and once. Never been married. Actually he had never even kissed or made love to a woman. I told him that wasn't good. Here in the west the women prefer someone with enough experience to know what he's doing. He asked, with a bit of desperation in his voice how he could learn to kiss. I joked and said "no way I'm going to kiss a guy with a moustache".5 minutes later he came back in the living room, and I noticed imediately he had shaved off his moustache! And I must say: He looked so much better. "Push against it," Marc ordered. I did, and all of a sudden, the object popped in, as if my ass had swallowed it. It filled me up, while at the same time closing my ass. "How does it feel?" "What is it?" I asked. As a reply, I got spanked. Marc counted to ten, five smacks on each cheek, hard, strong and fast. The thing on my inside moved painfully with each slap. "How does it feel?" "I don’t know—" I received another ten smacks. By now, my ass had begun to burn, inside and outside,. How long had he been out? What the hell was going on? He raised his head surveying the clearing below. It took him only moments to realise everything had gone to rat shit. “Just left for fucking dead,” he grunted annoyed but accepting there was no honour among convicts. He then looked down at his wriggling prey.“And where do you think you’re going,” he asked with a grin at his pinned blonde.Suddenly he looked up like he was sniffing the air, so did Mandy. There were faint sounds of sirens. She.