But she did not dare protest. Instead, she made a pretense at passionate involvement, by running her tongue along the sides of his pinus, while he rigorously pumped it in her mouth. She was impatient for him to have his orgasm, so that he would get the thing out of her. But, for a young boy, he was demonstrating a storehouse of self-control. She continued to use her tongue and could feel the thing throbbing like a volcano getting ready to erupt.

Suddenly, she was startled by the feel of his finger, searching out the warm waverns of her moist cunt. He skillfully worked her stiff clitoris, that now matched the erection of his own hardon. Then, he would dig deep into her wetness. She drew her legs up to accommodate his finger, that despite herself, was giving her so much pleasure and passion. She, on the other hand, never stopped working her tongue on his instrument in her mouth. Their simultaneous play turned both of them red hot with passion and their moans blended together on the bed. She could feel her eyes roll back, as she began to climax, Just as he discharged his juices into her mouth, that were abundant, that they began to trickle down the side of her face. She felt at peace and satisfied." The interplay had worked to deaden the pain of the bruises across her breasts and the brutal blows he had struck to her face.

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However, she realized that her ordeal was far from over, when he lashed her down to the bed with leather straps across the top of her chest and her thighs and tied her hands behind her. As he stepped out of the room, he said to her, "You realize who the master is, don't you?"

"Yes, I realize," she answered.

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