For once she was facing an adversary who was not much different from her in physical size and she was well in the mood to kick her arse if necessary.�...��I’ll be the judge of that,” she said. “Let’s start off by asking you how MANY different tortures you were planning to use on me.”Gonzales looked at her sadly.“You must understand, Tracey, that there are several – aspects – of this private tour that are – how would you say, non-negotiable?”“Which aspects?”“In the first place, your nudity,” he told. He scoots his body around beneath her, positioning her to fall bravely upon his spear. She does swiftly, finding being opened up intense and remarkably pleasurable, the removal of the skin barrier barely a twinge. She immediately bounces on top of him, moving forward a little to find even more pleasure. Seized by orgasm, she collapses onto his torso. His hands grasp her hips and pull her harder against him as he lets loose a stream of semen carrying an army of very capable sperm, only one. “We’re going down to breakfast, Krys. Don’t forget your plug.” He handed me the spade-shaped plug and lube from his carry-on bag and sat on the bed grinning at me as I inserted it. My mom knocked on the door and I froze and looked at Master. He opened the door a crack and told her that I was getting dressed. I relaxed and pressed a little at a time until I felt the plug fill me. I sighed and got dressed the rest of the way in a baby doll sundress and the lace panties. “Hungry, Baby? I think I. I was walking through my house one night getting ready for bed, and when I passed by my spare bedroom something caught my eye. I stopped in the doorway; through my window I saw Tony, standing in his room with the lights on. He was only wearing a pair of athletic shorts, his chest and abs drawing my gaze. His body seemed to be glistening in the light, bringing the memory of our last encounter back to the forefront of my mind. The heat of his body pressed against me, sweat dripping down our skin.