<strong><span class="bbc_u">Pet</span></strong><br/><br/>She would roll with your bucking.  Rising up as if riding a bucking bronco.   She reach across and grab the bottle of oil.  In which she generously would begin applying it to the dildo.   She was with mercy,  yet you might not think so.  As the droplets of oil would splash across your buns.  The oil seeping down along your crack.  It's very touch, screaming to you on what is to come.  It is then you would perhaps realize she had no need for more words.  This act in itself is one that terrorizes, breaks down a person.  Of course you knew this, you had until this point made it a career of breaking people down.   Be it the crook to confess robbing. Or the killer confessing the murder.   Or training of a slave.    More then that, she had time.  Time you did not have.  She would wait  you out. Until you are spent with exhaustion. To that point, where all of what you have done is for naught.   Then she would have you.