"What are you doing?" "Now, you're going to be my slave."What are you doing?" "Now, you're going to be my slave. I can do anything I want with you. You have no control and no say about what happens." "You'll do nothing like that!" she responded contemptuously. "I'll be a slave to no one!" Martha is a very proud lady, but I ignored her comment. Her western shirt had snaps in the front instead of buttons. With one motion, I ripped her shirt open. Her large tits jiggled from the force of the movement. They were tan on top, down almost to her round pink nipple, then the rest of them were milk white. Because her elbows were tied together behind her back, her tits stuck out even more than usual. I shoved her shirt off her shoulders and admired her beautiful soft tits. "Untie me this instant, you bastard!" She started to turn around so I could untie her, but when she was about half way around, I grabbed her tit and used it as a handle to spin her back around to face me. I pushed her back against the wall. "Let me go! I'm going home!" I slapped the side of her left breast firmly with my open hand. It swayed like a bowl of jello. She was shocked. No man had ever given her physical pain before. She stiffened, not knowing what to expect next. My hand print began to show on her tit. Still saying nothing, I knelt down in front of her, unbuckled her belt, undid the snap and pulled her jeans down to her ankles. I lifted each foot and slid her pants off of her legs. Of course, I was not very careful or considerate of her feelings. "This is not fun. Please untie me." I slid my fingers under the leg band of her panties, then shoved two of them into her cunt hole without giving her time to lubricate. |