”“I’m going to ravish you, Amélie. Again, and again.”“Promise?”“Until you beg me to stop.”“I won’t, ever. I want you day and nigh.... I don’t care what others think.”“Will you share me?”“With Anne-Marie?”“Yes.”Amélie closed her eyes as she felt Gérard’s fingers brush her good spot.“God.”“How about Sandrine, Amélie?”“I want you to fuck her, too. I want to watch.”“Only watch?”Between her gasps, Amélie said, “I want her to eat me while you fuck her.”Gérard laughed.“Done.”As he spoke, there was a. My heart was pounding. She told me to climb up onto the table, and only then would I find out what was happening. I undressed, and climbed onto the table. I was strapped down by Kate, the straps holding me firmly to the table, to the point at which I could no longer move at all. It was then explained to me that I was going to play the role of a bad-ass pretty boy. She told me that I was going to be worked on by experts, and that she would see me a few hours later. In walked several women, each. "Tim!" she called. "Can you come here please?" Seeing an opportunity to have some fun, Tim replied in his best slave drawl. "I's comin' Missy." He dropped his axe and strolled over to the porch. A knowing grin and lustful eyes met him when he got there. "I need something fixed. Come inside." His eyes widened in mock fear. "Oh no missy! I cain't do that! The Massa wup me somethin' awful if he caught me in the house when he warnt here!" Well, I need something done, and if you don't come in the. Oh you find these clothing soft to touch.Hey Sally, we have a freak here on my check out.You do what kind of freak, what's he about?Just shut up and serve me now it's your job.My money is as good as your so don't be a snob.I'm sorry sir, maybe even sissy or is that miss.What's the matter little girl don't wanta give mumma a kiss.Look you twisted chunk of hate, you scank you check out chick...Owwww, Owwww what are you doing let go of my blood dick.Now you crossdressing pile of crap you'll obey.