“Oh yes. Keep going, slave. I’m nearly ready to give you your second tasting of my cum,” said the Master. No sooner had he spoken, than a jet of... hot milky semen shot out of his cock and onto the slave’s waiting tongue. The Master examined the slave’s tongue, and satisfied at the sight of his spunk coating it, he told the slave to swallow it. The slave grimaced as he did so. He really hated the taste of his Master’s spunk.“Now clean my cock with your tongue until every drop has gone. Don’t. The humiliation as much as thepain caused me to cry.'So are you going to do as you are told Lucy?' My head washanging close to the side her left boot. I could see closeup how dirty they were, and I could smell the rubber andthe muck on them.'Yes Emily... please stop it hurts.''Are you going to be a good girl and do as you are told?''Yes, I will clean your boots for you.''Okay I will let you clean them but as you dared to disobeyme you will use your tongue instead of a cloth, do youhear.''But. Everybody knows I’m a slut. All I want to do is crawl into a hole and die.”Again Kyle turned her to him, sandwiched her face between his hands and, staring deeply into her flooded eyes murmured, “Stacy, everybody already knows of your behavior. Did you think I didn’t?”Her stomach dropped. She’d fantasized that he hadn’t heard it all. She hadn’t realized how many people talked about it. She was a wild girl, sure. But this was the first time she truly came to grips with what her reputation meant.. Now, you getyour reward, you get to cum." With that she started to rock forwardsand back so that the rubber cock started to move within me. I squealedagain through the gag and Fiona rubbed her hands across my back in asoothing way."Sssh, sssh," she cooed as you might to a baby.She continued to rock in and out and slowly the pain ebbed away as Igot used to this thing inside me. How long Fiona did this for I don'tknow and just when I began to feel the pleasure I can't say. Butsomehow and sometime.