My husband is a great guy, patient and loving, and I want to give him my love. I'm in the mood for it. Give me your love,” she said pleadingly. I wa...s angry, I was not in the mood for love. I wanted sex. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted her to feel pain, and I made sure that she did. She started to unbutton my pants while kissing me lovingly. I kissed her back while my heart pounded. I wanted to make love to her at this moment. Just like we did years ago. Love and nothing else but love. But I got a. I was sharing a room with three other girls, and they knew the city well. End result: Montreal was definitely my choice. I was to leave for Boston by bus the next morning, but my roommates were trying to convince me to stay for the comedy festival, telling me that the talent here was equal to none, and I’d laugh until I peed my pants, guaranteed. They were in the middle of their sales pitch, when I saw him walk into the hostel – the man who was to be my undoing.He wasn’t particularly tall, but. He loved to hear her cum. He fucked her faster and harder.Her body was taut, on the edge of orgasm. He was making her lose control.Suddenly he let go of her hair and plunged his thumb inside her tight asshole. It was the last sensation she could handle. Her body exploded, spasms wracking her from the tips of her toes all the way up to her hair. She screamed, then screamed again, her wrists pulling frantically at the bindings. He needed to be in her, now. He left the toy buried up to the hilt in. "Bitch, I aint gone keep tellin yo ass, do it fuckin RIGHT!" And he slapped the side of her head...not too hard but enough for her to know he meant business.Well, since Terilyn's been coming to the booths she's never been beaten up or anything, so she kinda wasn't expecting what happened. I mean, in the joint she'd had her ass beat a lot by her black master, but the closest she came to a ass whippin in the booths was one time in Worcester when a guy came in her booth yelling at her and accusing.