He adjusted it down my hole and pushed it gently in.I was worried as I was new to it. Though I liked the way it felt, I was worried about what he was ...doing. He pushed a few inches down, and I started feeling pain. I cried a little, and he stopped pushing it.He used his fingers to soothe my flesh and clitoris there. He rubbed my lips, and I was turned back on. My lips were trembling with all the touches his fingers and groin gave. He waited for me to calm down, and he inserted it a few more. As I look up, I see a man dressed in full Hoplite armor. I roll backwards and feel around my waist. My hands grasp around another handle. A sword, about three feet long. Without thinking, I unsheathe the blade. It seems to glow in anticipation of the coming slaughter. There is writing on the handle. It intrigues me, but there is no time to read it. I cut the man to ribbons, and do it without a single thought crossing my mind, just urges.What happens next is a blur. Slash, stab, thrust. Hours go. In fact my Owner is now about the age Thorn was when I first met him, and when I think about it, the similarities are eerie. That first day, when he put me through my paces in his private playroom, Thorn was amazing; I know I’m a nymphomaniac, highly oversexed and easily aroused, but I really did lose track of how many times I orgasmed: he’s just an amazing top. I wish I’d known him in his twenties, (no I don’t, I couldn’t keep up with him in his prime I’m sure, I doubt anyone could). Unlike. Chetna immediately began shaking, digging her nails into my sides and biting my neck. started to ride me slowly, no more than three pumps and she started again this time riding me fast and hard,I felt myself start to boil and new I was ready to cum, as she understood this she hopped off and said I want your juice in my mouth I was shocked She saw the disbelief in my eyes and said I want to taste you cum, she grasp my hard dick.She got to her knees in the front of me and started sucking my dick.