He can do anything he wants. Laughter and chatting in the studio as the models and crew eat lunch. They have no idea I'm being spanked 20 feet away. A...ny of them could walk in at any moment."YOUR NAME" he demands, and finally it dawns on me. He wants me to name myself. Bitch? Cunt? Slave? Whore? What am I? What do I want my master to call me?SMACK he spanks me again and SMACK again. "Uh! thank you master" I mutter like a whore. My already warm, soggy cunt starts to drip into his lap.SMACK "ugh. ' Rose sat down and pulled her night gown over her knees, it was barely long enough. Hugging the glass tightly between her legs, she looked around. He was making her so nervous, he was simply twirling a pen between his finger, leaning back in his chair as if he were in deep thought. "You went to bed early last night, something is bothering you?"Rose took a second, but slowly nodded. "N-No, I...I think I've just been under alot of stress. I'm trying so hard." The only thing she was trying was to. He pressed into me balls deep and the tip of his cock was bumping my cervix. We kissed and fucked. He broke the kiss just to look down at the passion written all over my face, then he flipped me over on my hands and knees and re-entered me from behind. Damn, his cock felt good! “Fuck yes! Oh, baby, fuck me!”His cock was like a magic wand touching all the right places. Not long after we started he brought me through another orgasm. Reaching under myself, I frantically rubbed my clit to extend. I could feel that thickening begin to start, feel my heavy balls draw up and the need to explode approaching. My mouth seemed to shiver with each breath and my fingers dug deeper into her skin. Drops of sweat rolled down my cheeks and I could taste her in the air. "You feel so good," I said against her lips. "I don't wanna stop being inside you." I held myself against the length of her body, trying not to slow down the tempo we had found, but wanting to feel the heat of her skin and the curves.