He turns around and steps out of the shower and begins to dry off. Sorry Sir. Indian Sex “I don’t know… I don’t think you truly understand your place. “I said it was time for MY shower slut. ” you say as you carefully lick the oatmeal and cum off. He pounds your pussy with out mercy, all you can do is scream in ecstasy as you are racked with orgasms after orgasms. As you begin to work towards his asshole he says “Nope. ” The crop comes down on your back leaving another red line. Do you understand? Sorry Sir. You made a deal you fucking whore and you are going to live up to your end of it. “Yes Sir.” He nods, “I figured you would be, you have had a big day.” he puts a bowl of oatmeal and water on the floor in front of you. Do you understand?” You can feel the heat in your cheek and know that there will be a huge bruise. “Yes what? From now on you shall never refer to your self as I.
