. god .. nearly there ... "You fucking bitch take this cock, come on whore! You want to have your Master's cum don't you? You fucking cock sucking slu...t!"You fuck me harder, faster, harder, faster all the time telling me how a fucking slave should be treated, what a good for nothing fucking cum slut whore like me should be treated like. You get closer and closer to emptying your balls into the depths of my throat. I know you can't be far off as I feel your cock, like a battering ram, your balls. We lay back, and you stretch out on top of me, my cock going soft inside your cum-filled pussy. You put your head on my chest, listening to my heart beating hard and fast, knowing that you made it so. We're damp with sweat, and we hold each other tight, drifting to sleep in the warm night.We awoke the following morning to the rumble of thunder, and rolling over we could smell the fresh-scent of the coming rain. Looking out through the curtains, we could see the dark undersides of the. I feel your hand reach down my leg and up to my cock that's quickly growing."Mhmm all I can think about is that cock in my mouth." Yes me too, I want it all the way in your mouth this time, no holding back" I sayI see you lick your lips at the thought of that,the waiter comes by, as he does my hand rests on your leg, I feel you move your legs to spread them open."2 shots for us please".And he wanders off to go fill our order.My hand moves higher until I can feel your pussy. "No panties"?"No the. Camulos had come to see her seduction, if not carnal, than professionally, as a personal goal, a singular mark of his supremacy. Shawn’s difficulties had also grown exponentially. The syndicate had neither forgotten nor forgiven his apostasy. He had become a man marked for death. Meanwhile the FBI had a special agent tracking his activities for two years. The agent, Martin Miller, had come to see himself as something akin to Victor Hugo’s Javert to Shawn’s Jean Valjean. For Miller Shawn’s past.