You do not look around, you do not speak to any person for any reason at all and you only speak to me in order to answer a direct question from me. Do... you understand?”She nodded“That was a direct question”“Yes – I understand Master”“There is no need for titles – you know my name. Why did you hang your head? Why are you looking at the floor?”“I’m embarrassed – I don’t usually dress like this”“Why ARE you dressed like this?”“I knew it’s what you wanted”“So what does it matter what others think?. . owww... it is yours Master!" "Good," he said rubbing the tortured flesh better. "Now what is it for?" She paused, afraid the obvious answer was somehow incorrect. He slid one finer inside her damp hole and pumped. "Come on, you're not avirgin slave." Tatyana blushed and bit her lip. "S…sex then? F..fucking," she whimpered,her hips chasing his hand. "What is it for?" he asked again, the invading finger now joined by a thumbthat cruised her pussy lips. "Ahhhhhhhhh," she swallowed, "I..it is for. We had burst through the front door, horny as all get out, and without thinking of our 15 year old son upstairs, let alone giving any thought to contraception, Brian had my skirt around my waist, my nickers round my ankles and his face buried in my crotch. A few licks with his tongue and a quick squeeze of my arse and any possibility of remembering to pop upstairs for my diaphragm disappeared. I was soon flat on my back with my legs spread wide and Brian giving me a good shagging. I always. She turned over and said, "Let's got those off." She slid off my pants revealing of plain black boxer-briefs with a tent pitched in the middle. She pulled those off too as I rested my head on a soft pillow. She took my hard cock in her hand and as she began to stroke she said, "Nice." She rolled the condom over my throbbing cock, unsure if I could take any more, she got up next to me. "Let's take it slow." Now there was no turning back. She slung herself over me and slowly sat down on my dick. .