.. wasn't though." I pushed down on her head and kept fucking her, slamming into her furiously, she began to scream. "Are you a slut," I asked. "Yes, ...I'm your slut," she understood this game at least. "And you do what you're told." "Yes, I do what I'm told." "Good, then admit what you did." She still was confused.I was fucking her incessantly and she was so close to cumming, I reached down and pinched her clit. She squealed, somewhat painfully and I yanked back on her hair. "Admit it -damn it!". ’ I had half expected her suggestion of photographing my shop to be an offhand remark so I was delighted that she was genuinely interested. I watched as she scanned the display cases, unusually sparse for this time of day. ‘Anything in particular you’re looking for?’ She frowned. ‘Actually yeah, he was hoping for cakes.’ ‘Cupcakes are about all I can manage on a daily basis,’ I replied. She politely took a look at what was on display but I could tell it wasn’t what she wanted. ‘Hm, not sure. He greeted me at the door. None of the other guys were there yet, so we opened the first beers for ourselves and had a chat. I told him that I needed to get gas and asked if there was a gas station closer than the ones near the freeway. He said there was one about a mile further passed the turn I made to come to his house and it was open all night. After a while, the other three guys were there. John, Marcus and David. Matt was about a year older than I was. The other three appeared slightly. .. could you help me remove this mail shirt? It’s difficult for me by myself.” He leaned forward, lifting from the front as she stood and pulled on the back. As the leather undershirt trailed behind it, caught between seams, she stared in horror at the deep slashes scarring his back.Somber, still tugging on his armor, she quietly asked, “how did it die?”Though he was grunting with exertion and (she suspected) a fresh upsurge of pain, his breath caught at her question. After a few moments of.