A latex girl thing

“So,” said Rusty, unbuttoning the other sleeve slowly, “what would you do for a Klondike Bar, Slave?”

“Suck your cock, Master,” said Slave in a tiny, beaten voice.

“When I speak to you, you will only respond by saying ‘yes sir’.” Rusty rolled up the last sleeve. “Slave, what are you supposed to say!”

“Yes Sir,” said Slave.

Rusty worked on the top button of his shirt and asked, “Are you a latex fetish slut, Slave?”

“Yes Sir.”

He worked on the next button. “If I fucked your ass first, would you enjoy cleaning your shit off my cock with your mouth to get to the creamy center?”

“Yes Sir.”

Another button fell. He asked, “I’m going to call a female friend of mine and have you French her pussy as I spank you. That’s all I’m going to do to you. Would you like that?”

Slave noticeably hesitated, then said, “Yes Sir.”

Rusty reached down quickly and slapped her face. It was a loud sound, and it made her gasp. “You are a fucking liar. I said would you like to French a girl’s pussy instead of sucking my cock?”