A latex girl thing

“So this is you?” he reasoned.

“Yes, Master,” she said. Her smile was a little forced. “I have had many. I sometimes feel tortured. Cursed.” She sighed away her troubled expression. “I feel more at peace when I am on the receiving end of another’s pleasure. I feel…like I am with God.” She let her hand stroke his smooth face. “And I would like one of his Sons to punish me, and fill me with his seeds.”

They stared at one another for a few heartbeats. At the same time, both laughed. Rusty waved his hands and said, “Wow, I didn’t want to laugh.”

“It’s alright, Master,” said Slave, “I don’t mean to be so talkative about my own religion.”

“No, its okay,” he assured her. He took a drink. “Who else takes the Lord’s name unless they’re like” Rusty began to make a face and faked a tense sexual moment. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh my fucking God!”

Slave chuckled and pushed herself closer. “That is so true, Master.” She stroked his face again. “Forgive me for being so forward in touching you. I just find you handsome. I can’t help myself.”