There was no shortage of evidence on my underwear - Anna’s juices had dried throughout the night and the black boxers showed the white stains very c...learly. I took them off and hid them under the bed to enjoy a little later. I hopped in the shower to clean off any remaining evidence before heading down for breakfast. I had to admit that I was beyond nervous to see Anna that morning. She and my wife would be waiting for me down there. For all I knew, Anna may have felt guilty and told her. The movie that had used our digital effects turned out to be a hit. That, along with the fact that the expenses were only a fraction of what they would have been otherwise, made the production company very happy. I didn't give that much more thought since I knew that the ideas that I had used would be good for only a few more years, at the most. Then, probably, somebody else would invent something better and faster.We were now living in a house in which you could get lost, as I sometimes. I feel owned, completely submissive to his will. I will give him whatever he wants, let him do whatever he wants, I just want him to let me cum. ‘Please’ I ask again, having trouble getting the words out, ‘Please, Master, let me cum.’ Still no answer. He reaches underneath me, and begins rubbing my clit, still ramming my ass hard and deep with the plug. My back arches with the intensity of it, it’s like an electric charge goes through me. I try desperately to escape his fingers, but he is. Mistress chuckles, a deep resonating sound that sends little hot needles into my spine from head to cunt. “You may feel free to begin inspecting the heifer. I’m sure you’ll find her adequate for your needs.” Hands move over me. One roughly coils my hair into his fist and jerks my head up, looking at my face. Just a few feet away, Mistress stands in front of me observing everything. He turns my head this way and that, looking into my eyes, and opening my mouth. Mistress clicks Her tongue,.