We were kissing and touching and holding and just liking every minute of our love making. Next thing I knew, we were on the floor and our clothes were... coming off real easy like. She had the most gorgeous body I could ever imagine, and she must have liked mine the way she was rubbing and holding everything like she just opened a treasure chest. Amy climbed on top of me and let her tits rub up and down on my chest. I was willing to lay there for a mighty long time letting her do that to me, I. From now on when we are alone you will call me Mistress B. I will call you slutty Sally. I am going to buy this house and you will move in here with me. You will live in the cellar in a little cage. You will continue to work and all the money you make will be mine. When you are home you will dress like the little slut you are. You will do the chores and only speak when spoken to. You will not cum again unless I give you permission and I don't see that happening anytime in the near future. You. “I’d love it if you would eat me.” She got up off my lap and I stood up from the chair. She sat down on the chair, raised her legs up, bent her knees and spread her legs. I was still fully dressed and there was a large wet area on the front of my pants, a result of Sarah’s flowing juices. I slowly licked Sarah’s pussy and then found her clit, which I flicked back and forth with the tip of my tongue. “Fuck that feels so good,” Sarah said between long moans of pleasure. “You have a talented. Oh I can make it hurt so badly," Natalie giggled. "I can make it not hurt or, hell, even feel good, but sadly, Frankie Boy, you deserve to be hurt so it's going to hurt... it's going to hurt real bad. Eventually, the pain ends and well... you die. So see not too bad. Now granted where your soul is going after you die is not going to be good I am sure, but that's not up to me."Frank wanted to run, but he couldn't move. He tried and tried and his mind kept screaming for his legs to move but they.