My husband never lasted anywhere near as long as the president fucked me. “We’ll tell Pinkman what a good sweet fuck you were.”
They left, and I collapsed on the bed. xxx sex *Warning: Contains graphic sexual violence. Later that night, I received a message from my Master reminded me that there were thirty-six fraternities on campus. Eventually, the cum stopped hitting me, and I could hear them leaving. My Master leered at me with the glint in his eye he has when I am in pain. I didn’t have my front door locked, and the young men who poured into my house hadn’t bothered to knock. I don’t know his real name. Doing anything to another without consent is not only wrong, it is evil. You will suck the cock of every single one of them, and if I don’t hear what a good time you showed every last one of them, I’ll make you pay. One day I might tell you how he forces me to obey. I whacked my left tip with the wooden spoon again. My Master knew this, which is surely why he told them to demand I do it. After they both finished fucking me, the president grabbed my ass. He turned off the water after that, got a towel, and dried me off.
