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The spasms were powerful and jolting. Mr. Moore finally collapsed prone again. Karina gently removed the eye cloth. Mr. Moore was met by the sight of Karina’s bare breasts as she leaned in to check on his re-consciousness. ‘Sir, have you returned to me, here and now? Have you found your way back?’ ‘Yes…I think so. Wow! Now, THAT was a CUM. How did you make me do that?’ ‘Sir, you have always had the capacity but never took the time to let your lust build as it should. This time, you climbed your summit slowly, retracting a bit after each level. Your body simply knew the best moment to work its ultimate magic.’ Mr. Moore lifted his head and suckled Karina’s exposed nipple hanging near his face. She let him play awhile but she needed him to cleanup. Mr. Moore grudgingly yielded to her idea. Admittedly, she was better informed than he about the male physiology. Removing her remaining attire, a naked Karina joined him in the shower. She lathered away his final reluctance. He would let her. ? Then he began to tracehis fingers down the side of my face.?Suddenly I realized for the first time that it was Master and yet itwasn?t him, at least not as I had known him.?He hadn?t changed but I had.? Itmade no difference if it was Master or another man.? He was having his way and I had nocontrol.? The combination of pain andpleasure was horrible.? Each had theirown way with my body and I hated myself for responding.? My mind was screaming no but it had beenseparated from my body and was taking me along for the ride. He began to make me beg foranother each time he slapped my tits.? Imumbled something and he reached down and bit my nipple as hard as hecould.? I saw stars. ?When I say beg for another,I mean BEG!? ?He slapped the same tit againand this time something broke within me.?I began to plead for him to slap it again.? I screamed for him to please slap itharder.? All I knew was that the harderhe slapped my tits, I wouldn?t have to endure his teeth again. Minutes passed like.
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