She was about 5 ft 10 and somewhere around 180 pounds. XXX “YES…MASTER” she cried. But it was more than that. I walked out to see the queen bitch herself in a raggedy light blue robe. I then dawned my morning battle ware which was a pair of striped pajama bottoms. She picked up the plate and smashed it into my face. as my rage built so did my arousal. The kitchen became my sanctuary where every cooking instrument became an extension of me. But I never had the courage to act upon these deliciously twisted fantasies until rage pushed me to it. I got even harder -which at that point I didn’t think was possible- at the sight. Her ass started to bleed and I used the blood as lubricant.
