The Master stood at the doorway, arms folded, watching with delight as his obedient slave taught the naughty one.  Yet he couldn't help but feel a bit bad for Katrina, giving out so much pleasure and receiving none for herself.  That could easily be rectified.<br/><br/>He moved over towards her, placing his hands over her hips after letting his trousers drop.  "Spread," he told her, and once she did, he pulled her up onto his massive length.  He wasn't sure if she'd be able to keep going while being pounded, but he was going to find out, and if she could, he would certainly make sure she was rewarded for the experience.