I took down the heavy volume of the Canticle of Menkeret from the shelf behind his chair and settled down. It was a beautiful ancient book; bound in r...ich, intricately tooled leather and braced with ornate brass. I turned each gold edged page in wonder and with reverence, trying to take in the intricate runes and diagrams and the sometimes obscure allegorical language. I found much in the book that I had not heard or read before and that was not in the freely available selections from the. “Dirty,” she whispered.“Mmmhmm,” I said. I pulled away, held my cock for just a moment. Then I thrusted forward, pressing my cloth-covered cock into her cloth-covered asshole. I really tried to push in a lot and she went with it, holding her breath as I played a game of spelunking her own panties into her asshole. Push in. Push out. In. Out. I slapped it on her, and I could see the wetness all over those panties, from top to bottom. Some of it me. Some of it, her.She went shhhh with a light. "This big dick is making you horny as hell, isn’t that true?” you ask. “Your will to resist dissolving into thin air. And you know, no matter how you try to stop this from happening, that I’m going to use you like a rubber fuck sleeve. And deep down, you want me to own you, don’t you, faggot?” I am speechless, completely overwhelmed by everything."White sissy bitches like you belong on your knees,” you continue, as you place your strong hands on my shoulders and apply steady pressure until I am. ” Bill commanded. I got up and got on my knees in front of my master. He removed the camera from the tripod, and held it pointing down at me from his perspective.“I don’t need to tell you sissy.” He didn’t and I undid his pants and pulled down his boxers. His cock was at half mast, I hadn’t seen it since we first meet the other day. I missed it and took the real man’s member in my mouth.“That’s right slut, you need to feel a real man’s cock in you to feel happy. Keep looking into the camera..