Jonna obeyed.

Excited and willing to obey, Jonna kept sucking her masters cock. Although she was virginal she still possessed John’s memories and knew intimately what men liked. She used all of her knowledge, dabssing herself in her need to satisfy her master. She trailed wet kisses down his shaft and with her feathery moist tongue she licked his balls, exhaling warm breaths through her nose along his base. Then she gripped her oh so sensitive breasts and moved upwards to wrap them about his cock to tit fuck him. It felt incredible and looking down at the thick cock poking up and down between her full soft breasts she felt a thrill of feminine pleasure. She loved her boobies. Loved how her masters cock slid smoothly along her generous cleavage. Her skin was so sensitive, her nipples so achingly hard as they brushed his hard skin, her pussy hot, wet, dribbling and swollen with empty need.

Jonna’s sense of self was suppressed. She was a slavegirl acting on her instinct to give pleasure.

"I’m going to fuck you again my pet," The Sultan said, voice thick with list

She smiled up at him as she pressed her breasts tighter about his cock, “please... Yes Master.” She humbly agreed.

He easily lifted her small girlish form onto the bed, lay her down gently on her back, and reached between her legs, nudging them apart to expose her puckered sex. His mouth found the nipples on hher large, firm breasts, sending waves of pleasure from the The tips of her dainty toes to the top of her head. He possessively cupped her sex with his hand and slid a finger inside. Jonna shuddered and bucked as hemoved his finger in and out of her.

"Oh... Master... fuck your ****... I want you inside me... I need you... please," She begged her owner.. "Take me... I beg of you sir." She was every inch his **** now.

The Sultan teased her pointedly swollen clit with his thumb, flicking the tiny nub idly with amusement as she implored him to screw her curvaceous little body without any modesty. She squirmed, wild with desire, tossing her pretty head from side to side with each flicking of her over sensitive clit. Her hair clung to her face and she could feel his engorged cock press hotly against her soft thigh, sliding up.

“Take your ****... please...” she whimpered.

The Sultan rubbed the firm head and then the shaft of his thick cock along her sodden hot cleft as she pleaded with him to plunge it into her. He pressed the rounded head against her opening and she gasped as he slid it inside. Jonna lifted her long slim legs and spread them wider, opening fully to him. She locked her shapely ankles about him and threw her weak arms passionately around his neck, bending to kiss him deeply, tasting his strong masculine taste. His cock pushed relentlessly into her, taking her.

The Sultan slipped his hands underneath her rounded bottom and began plunging in and out. Jonna’s body moved instinctively. Her girlish voice cried out with pleasure and pain as her master picked up the pace. His cock seemed to swell inside her, stuffing her pussy full. Then he bucked uncontrollably. The first hot jet of his cum shot deep into her body. Jonna felt her clit flutter and the inner walls

of her love tunnel contracted. Her toes curled, her slim body arched upwards, and her second orgasm as a woman overcame her completely. The tremors passed through her, shook her, left her trembling and helpless beneath her masters muscular body.