Reluctantly he answered, “Yes, Mistress.”
“How long has it been since you’ve had any real, undigested food or drink?”
“About ten months, Mistress.”
“Did you like the dinner tonight?”
“It was ok, but it wasn’t as good as the meals and beverage you give me everyday, Mistress.”
“Good answer, slave. It took me a few weeks to get him used to eating and drinking directly from my body, but a very painful whipping and a cattle prod frying his balls did wonders, don’t you think?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It wasn’t long, and he had grabbed the back of my head and was ramming his entire d**k down my throat. On and on he face-f****d me. Every thrust of his long c**k was bringing him closer to his long awaited orgasm. His breathing turned to short deep breaths. Suddenly he rammed it
