. you gently move your hips, grinding yourself against my mouth but I want your cock.... I want a big load of your cum for breakfast.... I move my bod...y so I can take your pulsing shaft into my mouth, the head pushing against the back of my throat and twirl my tongue around the shaft to engage every nerve ending... You start thrusting your hips as if you were fucking my face and I love it... You are close to cumming and we both know it but when you try to pull out of my mouth, I grab your. I have been working whatever schedule I want for several years now, and I enjoy the freedom and flexibility of my schedule. That's just it: I don't really have a schedule. With the exception of meeting a client's deadline, I get to choose when I work and when I don't. If I want to sleep all day, I sleep all day. If I get into the Zone coding, I send out for pizza and work until I can't anymore. I'm not getting rich, but my skills do command a good rate and money isn't something I've had to. I don’t generally get punished this way very often. As a matter of fact, the only time I get whipped, flogged or cropped is on rare occasions when my Master is doing a demonstration for a fetish friendly group and as his slave I’m forced to be on the receiving end of it. Wait, you mean a slave can say no to her Master? If only I’d known sooner! I’ll also point out here that caning is pretty much a limit because of the damage that can be done if the skin breaks. I have been caned before and. .Then the thought hit me like a hammer: those bastards wanted my pussy, not my purse. I screamed for help, but that only got my head banged against the wall. Both niggers grabbed my arms and pulled me out to one of the picnic areas out of the light, after looking around to make sure nobody else could see us.One of them slapped my face, ordering me to strip off my clothes.But his mate was not so patient; so he made me bend over a wooden table and lifted my summer dress up to my waist.He laughed.