Adorning her right ankle was a silver ankle bracelet with a small key attached, a key that unbeknownst to me at that time would be the key that would ...hold me as her slave. ?Take off your clothes!? I immediately took off my shirt, trousers and underwear and threw them in the corner of the room, I immediately felt both embarrassed and humbled to be standing naked in front of this powerful dominatrix.?Get down on your knees and crawl to me?I dropped to my knees and began to crawl on all. Sven made me look like the sloppiest fat fuck who did nothing but eat at McDonald’s all day every day. He was tall, probably six-three, and easily two hundred twenty five pounds. His arms were well-defined, his shoulders broad, his chest powerful and his abdomen tight. His legs were large, almost like tree trunks. His hair was blonde, naturally, and fell carelessly over light blue eyes. I wasn’t sure if Sven was a football player or a model, or perhaps both, but I was thinking in the back of my. His hips were pistoning back and forth as he powerfully fucked his rigid erection in and out of the very depths of my throat. He was vigorously long-dicking me by taking full length strokes as he pulled his engorged knob back into my mouth and then powering it all the way down until his groin was pressed flush up against my face. His big swollen balls kept slapping up against my flushed face as he continued to fuck my throat hard and deep; and I was loving every sweaty second of it. As he. Not only did she have the President of the United States wrapped around her little finger, or more specifically her massive cock, she had managed to nail Lydia's grade A snatch, which she had been chasing for years. Manning had never struggled for confidence and always expected the best but things really were turning out golden for her.The aeroplane taxied to a stop and Manning shot out of her seat."Get the doors open Trump, I'm busting for a ciggy." She demanded."Hold on a second Alexei, it.