I decided to take things a step further, and my master agreed. We met in a cafe one evening, I was dressed as usual, like a little slut. I was wearing... a tight red dress, black stockings, red heels, my fake silicone breast forms contained by my red bra, my useless little dick squeezed into a red thong, and my hair had now grown long and dyed blonde. 'Ok you little slut, I'd like you to meet your new Mistress, she is going to transform you into a horny little slut,' my master announced. She was a. Somehow he had received a message about some kind of trouble so he gave me directions, told me to take three days' rations and go find out what was happening."This here's a friend, now, remember that," he said with a smile. "And stay out a'her bed. Her man was a good soldier, died bravely on Long Island. Him and me chased the girls together when we was young."I followed his map and about noon the next day found the farmhouse deep in the woods. It was a timber-framed, well-built place with a big. Maybe, it all depends. It wont take him long. He has a big cock, but does not know how to use it. He will ram it into my cervix three or four times, then shoot his juices into me. It is no fun for me. she said. Sara, I have to ask youare you on the pill or some form of birth control? I have been shooting my sperm into you like crazy these last few days She said, no, Im not. Our religion is against birth control, but I think we are o.k. Shit, I dont want to knock you up. What kind of religion. I have subconsciously pushed myself up against you, my hands now on your chest and arms, feeling conflicted between wanting more from you and knowing that I'm letting a stranger explore my body. Your other arm slides around the small of my back and holds me in place while your fingers hook into my bikini bottom and move back towards my ass. Your hands begin caressing my firm ass and I can hear your internal struggles, deciding whether to be a gentleman or let your animal instinct take over. The.