Ich war sprachlos, vielleicht zum ersten Mal in meinem Leben, denn eben konnte ich ja wenigstens noch krächzend antworten, der Kerl baggerte mich an ...und sagte mir so etwas. Doch ehe ich etwas sagen konnte knetete er meine Bäckchen und rieb sanft die Sonnenmilch ein. So baff war ich in meinem Leben noch nie, da glitten seine Finger unter das Bändchen meines Strings in der Popospalte und er rieb auch dort vorsichtig die Milch ein, nicht ohne meine Rosette zu umspielen; ich biß mir auf die Lippen. "You haven't had a chance to get cleaned up and I'm afraid that I interrupted you before you were relieved. I'm sorry. I guess I should help you clean up." Then she leaned over and I felt her mouth slide over my shaft till her lips were pressed into me pubic hair. Even though she knew that I had just been fucking Vi in the ass, she did not hesitate. I could feel my cock entering her throat as it hardened. I could feel it rubbing against the sides of her throat and I could feel her throat. Now that I hadn’t seen her in weeks, I was horny beyond any fathomable point. I had tried to jerk off to balance out the lack of sex, but it didn’t work. Sitting there tugging on my own dick didn’t do anything for me, and most of the time I’d end up stopping halfway through, bored with whatever scene I was watching. There was one scene that caught my interest, but after the website took it down due to copyright issues, I went right back to sitting around my apartment, going crazy. I was working. All the while, my fingers kept toying at my sopping cunt juice soaked panties and I read about many more exciting anal activities. After many cleansings it is traditional to find something large to insert in the anal canal to check for cleanness and make that hole more gaping. What would Master use? His cock for certain was big enough; however, maybe he wanted to stretch me out more? The readings suggested proud Masters loved the idea of walking their collared and leashed sex slaves with.