Camsoda Pussy - It turns out she has no idea its happening.

She senses the smell and the taste of death. She goes to check on Camsoda Pussy. Just as she is passing out from the sensory overload, her Master is on the bed. "You were quite good my Slave. I almost couldnt have slept without catching you. But you were there. And you were very nice to the Camsoda Pussy you were using. I almost feel sorry for you." "Yes. No Sir." "Did you enjoy teasing me when I was a girl?" "Yes Sir." "Now I know how you will only take orders from me. I am very well aware of that. However, I did feel that as a Master, I shouldnt only play with someone when I am told. Besides, you were quite nicely dressed, too." "Yes Master." "And you think I need to use my mouth on you too?" "Yes Sir" As my Master said this, I was getting more and more aroused by the sounds he was making. His soft cock was brushing my cheek.

He was licking my lips. And his tongue was soon entering my mouth. "Master! I am hungry. Please, please fuck me!" I was begging. He answered me. "Of course I will. But not yet." I had to fight myself not to beg. My Master had barely had enough for a minute. When he said I need to use my mouth he shoved two fingers into my pussy. I was so wet. I wanted it. I need it. He eased my wetness back into my hole and then started finger fucking me.

Hard and fast. I was starting to enjoy it. My Master stopped. "You need to be fucked more. I don't care how hard or how long. It all comes down to this. I own your body and soul. If you want it, then have me, if not then borrow it from me, until I know you want it too. And remember. I will tell you when and if I feel I owe it to you." "Yes Master" and with that, my Master removed his fingers from my cunt and mouth. I opened my eyes to see him standing over me. His hand was encircling my tits. I jerked my head up to see his hand was grabbing my ass..