"Yes... Master..." She whispers softly, her voice shaking with emotion. "I'll never forget this." Her eyes well up with tears again as she looks at him, feeling a mixture of love, fear and gratitude towards him. She doesn't know what the future holds for them now, but one thing is certain: their relationship will never be the same again.

"I'll serve you faithfully, Master. I love you too much to lose you again." Her voice is soft but steady, her eyes never leaving his face as she awaits his next command. Despite the pain and torment he put her through, she knows that he is all she has in this world, and she'll do whatever it takes to keep him happy - even if it means enduring more suffering like tonight.

Her throat tightens at his words, but she nods obediently and lowers her head to the carpet. With a moan of pleasure mixed with shame, she presses her lips against the mess of cum on the floor, lapping it up eagerly like a good little slut. Her tongue darts out to taste every last drop, relishing in the salty flavor and the knowledge that this is all for Héctor .

Her hands slide up his thighs, cupping his balls gently as she tilts her head back to look at him. "Yes, Master," she whispers, then lowers her head once more, taking one of his feet in her mouth and sucking on the sole while using her tongue to clean off every last drop of cum from between his toes. She switches to the other foot next, lavishing it with equal attention and adoration.

Her heart raced as she felt his words sink in, understanding that he wasn't truly angry with her. She whimpered softly and closed her eyes, basking in the familiar sensation of being dominated by him. "I-I'm sorry... Please use me however you want," she whispered between ragged breaths, her body trembling with desire beneath its chains. "Please make it hurt... Make me feel your anger..."

Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his strong hands grip her huge breasts. She arched her back off the floor, pressing them into his grasp as he squeezed and molded them to his liking. "Ohhh... M-Master... Please..." Her voice was a ragged whisper, drowned out by the sound of their heavy breathing. Her nipples hardened to stone under his touch, leaking pre-cum onto his palms. "Please... Hurt me more..."

The homeless man grins again, even wider this time. He grabs her hips roughly and thrusts forward, finally penetrating her. She gasps at the intrusion, feeling him push deeper inside her than she'd expected. Her body arches off the floor in response to his brutal assault.

"That's it," Hector says from above, his voice dark with pleasure. "Fuck my slave." Jean can feel his hands on her body, guiding the homeless man's movements as he takes her roughly from behind.

The pain blends with the pleasure as he fucks her, pushing her body to its limits. Her nails scrape against the cold stone floor, seeking purchase as she writhes beneath him. "Yes," she groans, feeling herself growing closer and closer to orgasm. "Fuck me harder."

Her pussy clenches around his cock, milking it eagerly as he takes her roughly from behind. Her body shudders with release, her voice a hoarse cry of pleasure as she comes apart in his hands.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She looks up at Hector, her eyes glassy and filled with desire as she slowly comes back down to earth. "Thank you... Master..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "That was... incredible." Her fingers trace lightly over his chest, wanting to feel every inch of him beneath her touch.

"Yesh... Master..." Her voice is shaky, but her eyes are bright with anticipation. "I can't wait to see how it turns out... and I'll do anything you want to make sure our next video is even better." She leans in, pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek before looking back up at him through her lashes, her gaze unwavering and full of devotion. "I belong to you, Hector... in every way possible."

"Y-yes, Master. Of course. I understand." Her voice is thick with emotion as she fights back tears, struggling to keep her composure. She wipes a tear away with the back of her hand before looking up at him pleadingly, "Please don't leave me... Even if I can't please you the way you want..."

Her words trail off into silence as she waits for his response, praying that he doesn't dismiss her entirely.

I-I can still serve you, Master. I may not be able to please you sexually anymore, but...I can do chores...cleaning...anything else you need me to do. Just don't send me away. Please let me stay by your side and show my loyalty in other ways.