"Master, may I please cum?" I ask breathlessly. There's no answer, just the feeling of the plug, going deeper every time he pushes it in. I feel ow...ned, 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. As her car slowly circled the block, she looked at the weeds growing out of the sidewalk and the dark worn exterior of the buildings, feeling a shiver run down her spine. This wouldn’t be a good neighborhood to get stranded in, that’s for sure. She drove a little further down the block, passing an old fashioned building, with a big display window that had been broken, large pieces of jagged glass still hanging from the edges. Finally, she saw a light, maybe she could find a phone to call her. OrAunti to thi hi mall par uska husband jab uski itni thukai kar deta h to meri dal kha se glegi to m udas ho gya pr fir bhi dil nhi mana to maine kuch chance lene ki sochiek din subah subah utha to wo mujhe ghoor rhi thi m bathroom me nhane gya or toliya lapet k bahr aaya, achanak se janboojh k maine apna tavel gira diya, maine neeche jan boojh k kuch bhi nhi pahna tha or ye dikhaya k glti se hua or kisi ne nhi dekha hoga, pr jab uski taraf Najar milai to wo hansi or chli gyi, mere to ab bhi. Highbred grace wasn't anoption. When the first ladleful was empty, she shamelessly abandoned anypretence of gentility. Her pink tongue flickered out to lick greedily atthe last small golden drops at the bottom of the ladle. The guard helpfullymoved the scoop of the ladle so that she could tongue it thoroughly, insideand out, generously allowing her to lick up every bit of urinary goodness. Her parched throat opened up, wateredback to life by the brackish fluid. Her bloodshot blue eyes fixed.