He spread my legs without a word and plunged his big cock into my pussy again saying: "Now I'm going to fuck you in your slut-cunt Lene, I'LL SPLIT YO...U WIDE OPEN WITH MY BIG COCK!"He fucked me hard and fast and I soon got a minor orgasm and tried to slow him down with my legs around his hips.He moved my legs up on his shoulders so I couldn't set the pace and fucked me even deeper than before.I begged him to slow down but in vain, he fucked me harder and harder and suddenly he hammered his cock. This cottage is miles from anywhere. It's a wonder it's even got electricity. There are a few sheep, I suppose. But sheep aren't my scene. And even Bill, who's tried everything, now, I think, would draw the line at sheep. Anyway he'll be back tomorrow.I tried writing a bit of poetry. Of course, I'm not a proper poet like Bill or Sam. They're going to be fucking famous when they're discovered.Anyway, here it is:'Twas on a groovy vase's side, Where psychedelic art had dyedThe fucking flowers that. You can do it. Ride the pain." That kind of thing.After the endorphins had left her system, I started training her in earnest. "You need to get your mind off of your pain and pleasure, or you'll either pass out, or go insane."How do I do that, Master?" You think of something un-sexy. Something that will distract you from these sensations. Close your eyes, and think un-sexy thoughts."Pyx tried, but she was having trouble thinking straight. "I'm sorry, Master. Can you help me?" How about this:. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got tons of work to do.” She said with a steely finality in her voice. Jack’s next move shocked the hell out of Lynda Bigg. As he came by the open door, he suddenly took her face in his hands and kissed her hard on the mouth in one very fluid movement. He slipped his tongue through her shocked open mouth, at first she seemed too overwhelmed to resist, and then she seemed too pleasure stricken to want to resist. Jack was pleasantly surprised when she began to kiss.