She shook her head, her voice hoarse from coughing, “No master….” Tears still streaming down from her eyes.
Dashiell evidently had little patience. He tore her long skirt and panties, turned her around, and made her bend over the center console, sticking her butt up. His big palm landed on her fair buttocks, slapping twice.”huh!!” she exclaimed.
“Call me master!” He s***k her ass again and with her weak voice she answered, “Yes Master.”
“Wiggle you ass for your master!” He ordered and she had no other choice but to obey him.
A hint of moisture seeped out of her p***y, whether from the chilly center console or from the slaps, her spine trembled involuntarily. A surge of heat flowed downward, a little overflowing from her p***y.
He pinched her slender waist, pulled her onto his lap, and
