His cap was tucked beneath his arm and his hair was shorn to one eighth of his skull. Everything was combed, dusted and to order.He was ready. He look...ed the part. This was it.Calm. Resolute. Confused. Full of so many conflicting emotions, he left his quarters. "Whatever you do, don't blow it, Pendrill," the Major hissed at him, walking at his side. "Concentrate, my lad. Be ready!"But that was so easy to say! So easy! But this was a demon. "Sign the paper," Cecily ordered as he walked through. I become so transfixed by it that I forget to ask permission and start to explode on his cock. Sir lets me finish before pounding me even harder and rougher.“Did I say the bitch could cum? No. You’re going to cum over and over and over until I decide to let you stop. Understood, slut?”“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”At first the punishment isn’t a punishment at all. It’s bliss a hundred times over. He fills me with his cum and somehow manages to keep going. Even when I’m spent, he just flips me over. He straddled my legs as Ifelt his strong hands work my shoulders and back. His massage wasgetting us both very hot and Troy was paying more and more attention tomy ass and legs. "I have been looking at your ass all night and won't beable to leave until I've given you a proper fucking" he announced as hestarted to pull off my panties. He opened the nightstand drawer and gotout some lube and a condom (how did they get there? - Gloria!). Isquealed my consent as Troy gently worked first one, then. She opens the door and stares up at my house. ‘So what is this your safe house?’ ‘Not exactly, but you will be safe here,’ I tell her as I unlock the door. She follows me in and I lock it behind us. She walks into the living room, glancing all around. She stops by the stairs that lead to the loft and turns around. ‘This is your house,’ it wasn’t a question. ‘Yeah.’ I slide my hands into my pockets. Her eyes narrow as she studies me. ‘Okay,’ she says as she goes into the kitchen and starts.