Cassandra.
“Master…faster…harder, please… fill me with your c**k!”
“Tell me how badly you need it.”
“Desperately, sir.”
“Bend lower, open wider.” He growled, “Say it…who owns you?”
“You… I belong to your master…only you!.” The lady cried out, and I desperately wanted to scream at her to shut her mouth.
The air was mixed with the scent of s*x and sweat that made my stomach churn.
The sound of skin slapping echoed around the room, moans, groans, and filthy words…and I stood frozen but didn’t dare to look at them.
I wanted to walk out, wanted to curse at him…but I couldn’t. Not when I feared what he could do to me.
The sounds increased again, table creaking, the lady screamed out loud, and I curiously turned my head to peep.
My breath hitched at the sight before me, the lady was
