Samantha didn’t even take notice of me.It turned out that Samantha’s apartment wasn’t that far away from the bar that we’d been at. It took us... only about ten minutes to get there. Once there I parked on the street and I hoped out so I could get around to the passenger side in order to help Samantha out of the vehicle. I got there just in time to open the door. As I did Samantha leaned out of the open door and she puked all over the sidewalk. It just took me completely by surprise.“I’m so sorry. “Hmm, I think you can beg better than that, pet.. Beg for it.” “Please Master. I've longed for You for so long now. I've wanted to feel You deep in me. I want You to fully own me. I need You. Please fuck Your whore.” “Mmm much better, slut.” He growls out the words, as He slams hard into me. He grabs a fist full of my hair and yanks it back, forcing my back to arch. I can see Him looking at me from behind and with each thrust into me, He grunts hard, making me moan out. One of His hands. "So much to do... After we have a little fun, I'm going to go make anappointment for you to get those wonderful tattoos I promised. You'regoing to have your own special room, both upstairs and in the dungeon.They'll be well equipped in every way. And there will be other surprisesas well..."Her eyes closed as she allowed the tip of her cock to slide halfway downhis crack and then pushed it between his fleshy cheeks, spearing hercockhead directly into his juicy pucker and ramming 9 inches of. His faithful servant Nestor sidled partially sideways in front of me like some crablike creature dredged up from the moat quite by accident. I pitied the ugly Nestor because he was still young and filled with some strength and vitality and I wondered what quirk of fate had caused his “humpty-dumpty” appearance. It robbed him of any vestige of normal human likeness. I was convinced there was nothing to be done to enhance his chance of relations with a female with minimal standards unless she was.