This bitch is on fire. So I tell her to go to the bed room and I tie her up. I take off my belt and whip her across the back. She moans and says yes. ...I say Who your Master bitch. Crack sounds the belt that now is my Whip. You are my Master. I crack the belt four more times and she is moaning with every whip and she yells and says IM CUMMING and I hear a gush and she comes everyhere. I untie her and tell her to swallow this dick bitch. And she gets to it, this bitch is sucking and I do mean. I promise it won’t take long. Once you hear my story you can judge for yourselves if you think you can call me ‘friend.’ I sure hope so. Before I get started I want to thank you for listening and thank you for being a friend, even if it is for just a few minutes. It takes a strong man to admit when he’s wrong. One Friday night, about five years ago, I made the biggest mistake of my life – I killed a man. It’s not like me to be violent but the circumstances got the best of me and I just flipped. "I spoke with your mother. She's a delightful woman. I told her that you needed some special instruction. She is very cross with you that you didn't call her and tell her. So, I'm sure you'll get a good scolding when you get home." When am I going home, Ms D?" I looked at the floor when I asked. She grabbed my face and put her face about an inch from mine. "When I have finished with you, that's when." Then she slapped me, hard! I cried out and cowered away from her and she grabbed my hair. She. She took one hungry look at it, then she stepped back making room for me, and giving me a chance to feast my eyes on her luscious figure. She backed up to the wall, and stood there, massaging her pussy with one hand and her belly and tits with the other. I stepped under the shower, enjoying the hot water soothing my skin. 'I guess you'd need some soaping up, now that you are all wet'. She stepped closer, with a sponge in her hand and started to wash me. First my chest, then my abs then, with a.