Coach H slid entirely under the bed covers and pulled my shorts down. I felt his touch start to explore my hole. After a while his tongue went away ...and his finger came back. It slid into my hole with ease. After fingering me I felt Coach H slide his body up and over mine until his cock rested on my ass. It was a hard cock. Coach H thrust his pelvis against me several times before reach under the covers and positioning his cock so the head was against my hole. With one long slow thrust. “Ah, delicious. The taste of a virgin woman.”In his hand appeared a wineglass, which his used to collect the blood pouring from her wounds. He took a few steps away, drinking from the glass gluttonously and then pouring it on his face. “To people like you, blood is repulsive. That salty, iron taste. But to people like me… well, I don’t think “people” is the right word… blood is delicious. It’s sweet as sugar, like tea almost.”Turning back around, he threw the glass at the statue of Jesus at the. The crop's tip stroking her pussy had her gasping for breath. Amber forced her legs wider. The tip tapping straight onto her pussy lips, sliding up her slit, stopping as I twisted the crop between them. Amber sucked in deep breaths of air as each strike of the crop landed harder on her clit. "Pleassseee…Master, fuck me!" Amber begged. Leaning down close to her ear, I whispered, "Not yet, slave, only when I am ready." "Ohhhh yes, Master," she groaned. Bringing the tip of the crop to her breasts,. Up he moved to and past my thighs. Over my stomach and onto my breasts he washed and massaged so painstakingly. I forced myself to watch his utter devotion to me. I felt so incredibly guilty but for some reason, I just couldn’t stop him. There was something in me that just wouldn’t let me tell him to stop touching me and just go to sleep. Even though it looked like he wanted it so bad, there was a motion in his movements that told me he was happier to be washing me, he was far more grateful.