"To be a slave is to be secure. To know that someone will always show you the way. To know that someone out there cares enough about you to take care ...of you and in return you do what you can to make them happy and making them happy in return makes you that much happier. To know you will never be alone. To set yourself free from the world and live in your own. To be free, that's what it means to be a slave."She didn't know if that was what the teacher had been hoping for but she hadn't given. You do it any way you want to. Okay, Mistress Kathy?" "Okay, Master Peter. Let's use this little whore." I was on my back as I pulled my pet to me. She understood perfectly what was needed now. She squatted over my raging prick, and I guided it into her ass, slowly and surely. She groaned as she took her first cock in her virgin ass hole. It was so fucking tight I didn't know if it would go in, but it did, and she began to bounce up and down apprehensively at first, but then with more pleasure.. Feeling a little nervous, it was obvious that they were avoiding looking at each other.Greg turned on a lamp to chase away the dimness as Lisa surveyed the room. She saw an ice bucket with a bottle of wine on the table next to the bed. She watched Greg as he went over to it, opened the bottle and poured white wine into two glasses. He handed her one. With a shaking hand she accepted it and took a big fortifying gulp right away. Their behaviour would have been comical to even them had they not. With my eyes still blinded by the eye-blind, it was so erotic.Anticipating when the next sharp spank would come.And when it came, it sent stinging strikes to my whole body.With the kissing, spanking, wine.We took our position again.Side positions.And the fucking continued.Now we accidentally got to a new position which I never imagined would work.D in his wild fervor pulled me by my hips backwards towards him and I , since already swaying my ass back ended up lying half top on him.Which meant,.