As such, I’m free to give up my rights to my Master and I’ll willingly give up all rights to whoever gifts my Master with the highest dollar amoun...t. Although I use the word ?slave?, that is my choice of words, since we live in a free society. Whoever buys my services may only want me as a model or as a servant and it’s my choice to give away any monetary gain for my time, so it’s not prostitution either. They may put me to work or they may retire me. So if you’re in the market for a trained. I had to fuck her now and I did. She usually enjoys that I can fuck her well enough and long enough to make her cum with just my cock. That night she asked if I would try to cum quickly because her pussy and clit were both sore and swollen from the fucking she had just gotten. I didn’t think that was going to be a problem.I started rerunning like a movie, the picture in my mind, of watching another man unloading his full balls deep inside her. With that swirling in my already excited mind, it. "You've meant every bit as much to me as I have to you. Let's leave it at that."And with that he turned and walked silently away.Even after sobering up, Trent was still enraged at Marsha for not responding to him then telling him to get out and not come back. He would show her. Maybe he'd wait and go back when he had another opportunity. No, there was no telling how long that might be and if she simply went limp again she might even be able to claim that she had won -- rebuffing him even if he. That was his task. His trial. He had the instructions. He now had to act.---It wasn't worth losing his job over, so he had called in to the office sick - maybe for a little while. He then spent the night ordering up clothes. A wig. A tube of lipstick. It was all overnighted to his apartment.The next morning, he waited anxiously for the deliveries to arrive. He was perched in front of his door, ready to answer a quickly as possible, hoping that no one would see the embarrassing items. He heard a.