" How so?" I don't know... it's just that... just... damn," Jenny said and paused again. She picked up a napkin and wiped tears from her eyes. "I feel...like a... like a slut." Why on earth do you feel that way?" Michael asked with concern.Jenny proceeded to tell Michael about her experiences with Jack and Sean and then told her about Tim. She thought but didn't say that she could have added her experiences with Michael herself.Michael sat with her mouth open. She was shocked by Jenny's. “Greta!” he called. Out from another room in the suite came a severe looking brunette woman about five feet ten inches in a business suit dress. He snapped his fingers, pointed between my legs and tits.Without a word, she came over. The first thing she did was pull out a pair of nipple clamps. My eyes went wide. Showing no emotion other than determination she put them on me. I winced in pain but managed to not yelp. She gave the chain connecting them a tug to see if they were secure. Once. His tongue licked her everywhere, his fingers up her asshole made her squeal, her legs were spread wider than she had ever spread them. As she pinched her nipples and he sucked her pussy again and again, she came for the fourth time that day. When a cock started spooning her she went over the edge again, when it continued with doggy, she collapsed in a heap. She had been royally romanced, loved and fucked. When Peter carried her to bed she fell asleep like a baby in his arms.Next morning, she. He was hurting me badly. My throat felt like it was on fire. I was gagging, choking, and crying as he forced it back deeper. "You've only got about half of my 13 inches, cunt, pretty good for the first time. You will learn how to take it all though soon enough." He reached down between my legs and I felt him insert two of his fingers into my pussy as roughly as he could. I tried to pull away but his digits just drove into me deeper. His two fingers alone were thicker than any cock I had ever.