From the toes to the hairline, not a part of myanatomy that is not mastered by the sting of my Master. The latter,embarked on his trance, accelerated ...the pace. Driven by a destructivefury, he stuffed me more and more hard, to puncture my bowels."Do you feel like i have your ass?" You like it, huh, when i get high?Look at you ! I want you to see your asshole bitch face"My Master lifted my chin with the back of my hand. I could contemplate myreflection in the mirror. A mask of ecstasy. I hate myself for it and always will.but we cant help what gets us off, and to tell you the truth this story even though i lived it and regret it, it still gets me off. if you have and suggestions or questions feel free to say. i will answer you all. and if you like my story i might write more, but different sex that i have had. lol i hate that my first time had to be with someone who didnt love me. anyway, i guess i have turned into kind of a sex freak, i dont really look for love any more,. "I don't see the point of it," Kyle spoke up. "I mean, what good is the history of a world that doesn't exist going to do any of us? Besides, someone might learn that there were such things as guns in the old days and we wouldn't want that."Vicky beat me to the punch. "Don't be a smartass, Kyle. If you get your head out of your computer games and the TV and take a look around you, you'll realize that our policy of not teaching everyone on this planet how to kill everyone else isn't really so. Normally we spend most of our time in the basement, but for some reason we ended up watching a movie in the upstairs entertainment room. About fifteen minutes into things the k**s starting talking about how great it would be to have some popcorn, and how perfect it would be if I were to make it happen. So, I went downstairs to rummage through the basement where they kept the snacks. As I was looking through the shelves I heard a noise coming from the garage and decided to go and check it out..