And rubbed it. It was 7 inches long but it was thicker than the average. Her small hand could not wrap around my complete shaft She slowly stroke my c...ock. She moved her mouth over my tip. Her warm breath touched my tip. She opened her mouth and wrapped lips around my shaft. I moaned. I put her blonde hair to the side to see her face as she sucked me. Her blue eyes scanned me. She stopped and stroked my cock."Stand up.",she commanded.I obliged she guided away from her table and got down on all. “We will learn you to assume the proper positions upon command later slave!” and since I at that moment got a blow with Her riding crop on my cock I was to confused to notice the word “We”. “This cock is now mine and you will consider it as such. You will not touch my cock unless I say so. You will shave it and keep it clean”, she said while she kept hitting the cock with her riding crop. “It will learn to get hard on command, come on command”, every word combined with a hit “and get soft of. I stood almost robotically, my mind still filled with images of Mandy in motion. Her body was still lithe and beautiful; her dancing more skilled with maturity. I wanted her again but knew it was not going to happen. As the applause faded and the performers left the stage after a final bow, I pulled my coat on to head out towards the chilly February night. “Excuse me, sir,” said a young woman in sweats who approached me in the lobby of the theatre, “Mr. Mitchell?” I looked her over, not sure. He leaned in for a quick bite. I couldn't get my rifle to bear on something inches away from me. I was kind of sitting on my pistol, so that was no good. I punched him a couple times to keep him away. But Zed never gets tired, or hurt, or deterred. He just keeps coming. My Ka-bar knife is on my chest rig, if I can just reach it....Blake screamed."Well fucking help me!" I hollered to him. I thought he was screaming about my predicament.I hit my Zed particularly hard at that moment, his head.