The Sorrority part47
couldn’t believe he had asked this question. Maybe if they excited her, she
wouldn’t beat him. In a way, they excited him, too. He tried to imagine
what they lookeded like. He knew what they felt like; they itched like
hell. But, if his mistress liked them, maybe she wouldn’t beat him. He
wanted her to like them. Anything but another hot fucking firepoker up his
ass.
“Slave, they look wonderful. In fact, they look so good, I’m not going
to beat you there. Roll onto your back, and turn your head torward the
bed.”
He did as told, and caught a glimps of her naked body as he did so. Her
soft, blonde tufts of pubic hair, and small, round breasts began to excite
him. He thought he even saw her lips, but wasn’t sure, everything had
happened so quickly. Ashamed, he felt his manhood growing, in plain view of
his mistress.
“Turn your head to face me, slave.” Jack complied. He couldn’t believe
…End of the part47. To be continued..