My eyes were on his, daring him to not look away. Our groins ground together and a small moan escaped my lips before I bit them. Somehow my fingers we...re tangled in his hair. His heavy breathing was mixed with mine. There was only the distant hum of the machine underneath me. "Aren't you going to kiss me?" I asked, giving him a dirty little smile. The racketing machine only helped to grind his erection harder against my heated pussy. Ben's thick fingers wrapped themselves around my long locks,. My upper body was straight, with my head slightly tilt up and hands tied at the back.She gazed into my eyes.Divya: Shall I make you a bitch?Me: I wish to be a good girl.Divya: I have a few rules which my good girl needs to follow.Me: Yes, I will obey whatever you say.Divya: Rule number one. You must not look into my eyes.I lowered my head down.Divya: Rule number two. You must address me as ma’am.Me: Yes, ma’am.Divya: Rule number three. I can slap you whenever I wish.Me: Understood, ma’am.She. Well, to get respect, a person has to earn it, and these people most certainly hadn't done that.The private security staff and armed mercenaries employed by the English government and the mayors of England's great cities showed both enthusiasm and gusto in their struggle to force the plebeian scum off the roads. It was heartening to watch videos on the internet of their long-delayed retaliation. No mercy was shown with boot, stick, baton, rubber bullet and latterly, as the conflict worsened,. “Gotcha, you son-of-a bitch!” I suddenly shouted, reaching over and slapping him on the shoulder. “That’s just partial payback for dragging me out to meet all of your friends with a raging hard-on! I’m still thinking about the rest of the payback, so you’d better watch your step,” I warned with a big smile.“Oh shit!” he sighed, unloading a huge sigh. “I really thought you were pissed.” The look of relief on his face was priceless.“Listen,” I began, “you didn’t say or do anything that I wasn’t.