- D’accord…Durant le reste de la semaine, Ndallo me rejoint tous les soirs dans ma chambre d’hôtel pour me « traiter ». Afin de pouvoir conti...nuer à filmer mon calvaire au mieux sans être encombré par mon portable, il m’a fait acheter un petit trépied sur lequel il pose l’appareil avant les séances. Après, le rituel est le même : il commence par me frapper de toutes les manières possibles et quand je suis à terre abruti par les coups, il m’achève en me fouettant au ceinturon jusqu’à me marquer. “You’re being very good, Stella. But you don’t come until I say you can. Do you understand?”“Yes, Father,” she said. But she didn’t understand. Her body needed release; lust enveloped her and she wanted to take what was hers. She’d never been denied anything before. Her body squirmed as she sought to alleviate the need bearing on her clit.He felt her struggle. “You don’t understand. Let me show you,” he said.He clamped a warm mouth on her pussy and thrust his tongue down her clit. . "You see, you do have a choice what's it going to be?"“This is a choice?” I nervously replied, "I think I'll take my chances on giving you the orgasm of your life." She returned to her chair with a broad smile and waved her scepter over me. Again, I was kneeling in front of her, inches away from her pussy. It had been awhile since I was in this position, but I still remember the basic steps.She spread her legs and I began rubbing her sloppy pussy. For a pussy hundreds of years old I expected to. Once inside, I asked Joe, and old friend who worked here after retiring from the same shithole I worked for, for the shoes and the lane I requested. We walked to the far right side of the bowling alley, thankful it was not yet league season. I picked up the phone, ordered a pitcher of beer, a family basket of chicken tenders and crispy fries. We took our time looking through the lane’s offering of bowling balls. She settled on a metallic pink fourteen pound ball. I found an old donated ball.