" My voice was filled with so much hate and anger it didn't even sound like my voice."I like to tease and torture you, it's really a passion and quite... frankly you're fun to mess with. You take everything so seriously even when I barely touch you I can see the hunger for lust in your eyes as you look at me. I want everything from you I want you just for me and no one else."I had nothing left to say to Sebby and I didn't know how to reply to that but as my face grew red and my penis once again. I thought what the heck and push the start button for the compressor. It came up to speed in about five seconds and 30 seconds later, the air pressure gauge was up to 50. I turned it off. I turned on the circuit breaker marked cookhouse and open the water valve marked cook. The outside lights were all on to the shed, bunkhouse and cookhouse. Back in the shack the water was running in the sink, shower, and the toilets were full. I could hear the water heater filling up. There was a six burner. She cursed and screamed and yelled FUCKME at my wife who kept finger fucking her while sucking her little clit. I don,t know if she squirted in the darkness, but that part of the bed was soaked. My wife eased her licking, but kept her finger slowly sliding in and out of Taylor while I curled up with her and kissed her and asked if she was ok. As she took a moment to catch her breath, I could hear the squelching of my wifes finger in Taylors pussy. I wanted to fuck her soo badly, but knew it. Mostly though, I like to put my slave into humiliating situations and watch how she copes. Actually, that's not quite right. I like to tell my slave to put herself into the humiliating situation. I like that my slaves are dedicated to me enough, that they will willingly humiliate themselves for my entertainment. Watching them turn themselves into sluts, or, I should say bringing out the inner slut every woman has lurking within her, is my kink.My most recent slave, a girl in her early twenties.