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The woman I serve is definitely no lady, though she likes to dress as one and go out whoring. My flimsy whisper of a uniform affords no protection from her hungry gaze, her greedy hands and her stinging whip. No matter how obediently I crawl to lick her soaked [hole, she always hurts me anyway, just because she can. Just to prove her complete ownership of all my holes, Ander makes me play with myself with a big dildo, scolding me for my easiness when it comes out all slick and shiny. It’s true. Nothing gets me hotter than the way she commands me to do all the whorish tricks she’s seen in her adventures. Paddling my ass and cropping my [hole, she leads me by my pet collar to her waiting slit. I don’t really need the encouragement of the lash. I know I can finger her better than any of those hired bitches. But I do appreciate a bit of rough handling in the performance of my duties, and I’m not shy about showing Ander how her cruelty brings my [hole to attention, especially when the sight inspires her to bang me some more. I’m perfectly able to return the compliment without forgetting my place. If Madame wants a hard fucking, what choice have I but to oblige? Adding a bit of tongue always wins me additional favor. Ander may like to play with the boys, but in her private chambers, she’s strictly one of the girls.