” He didn’t say, ‘you old bat,’ but he thought it.“Well, Dan, you’ll be there, won’t you?”“Sorry. Gladys told me about the sale, but...we both thought set-up would be on Thursday, as it always is. I’ve got something else planned for Wednesday -- class prep.”“Well, I never...” And she walked away.“Well,” Dan said, “you kicked over the hornet’s nest that time. How many letters did you send out, anyway?”“Two dozen, maybe a little less. I’d hoped you’d sign on to my boycott.”“Gladys is an active. The female scent in the room was very strong. I found it strangely exciting to see these women masturbating themselves just inches away from me, and the clothespins dug into me even more as my penis grew.Finally Karen removed my clothespins one by one. I don't know if it hurt worse without them than with them on. Karen checked my nipples and balls that they had not become numb. She also loosened and removed my gag. I exercised my jaw a little, which had grown stiff. Unfortunately my mouth was. I had only come here for a some one on one sex in my usual clothing, and now here I was being spit roasted in a french maids outfit, I felt like such a slut.Tom came first, his urgent thrust pushing me back onto Johns cock, and filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of his salty juice. He groaned, putting his hands on the side of my face, and slowing his thrusts. As he pulled his cock from my mouth a dribble of cum escaped with it, he wiped it from my mouth and tasted it."Thanks honey I needed. They ate, Eric commenting on her appearance as he almost always did. He would often compliment her on how beautiful she was, then remind her that she was a whore and that, after all, whores were supposed to be beautiful. He had kept her exclusively to himself for the first few nights, then began farming her out to friends and clients. She still was required to service him whenever he wanted, but two to three nights a week she would wind up in the back seats of cars or in dingy motel rooms,.