He was randy now and decided it was time that he sampled a little more of his new slaves body. He had stripped off his shirt during the beating of Cheryl and was left dressed in khaki work shorts and work boots. He quickly removed the rest of his clothing. Jeremiah stood, saying nothing. He too would sample these wares, but later. Now, he existed only to help facilitate his masters pleasure.
Stoners c**k was steel hard as he approached the girl. He stepped between her legs and, grabbing her hips, slid his c**k home into her now well-lubricated sheath. Cheryl had known she would be raped, but the reality of it was overwhelming. More than this vile mans power to beat her, more than his need to humiliate and insult her, this power that he had assumed to invade and use her body at will, s
