He knew that he was near to coming. He watched her intently as she tooka deep drag and held the cigarette poised in her tiny hand. He admiredthe lengt... of the cigarette between her outstretched fingers and thesight made him want to ram her harder and even faster."You, fucking, cheap, little smoking whore," he hissed, "you're nothingbut a cheap, smoking, fucking slag," he added, driving his prick hardin to her and feeling his large, hairy balls slap against the backs ofher thighs. "You fucking,. I have dibs on five, but let's not start it now. We can wait till we're on the bus. Let's get back to work." Dibs on three," Michelle grinned. "I know Al is going to try to keep her in the office."Rigging at Lee's was a little less confusing than the first trip, mostly because it wasn't the first rig of the season for at least some of the crew. This was the dozenth time she'd rigged a Team 3 trip, and she'd been up to help other teams rig this spring. It was a little different, though, because. I just moaned something unintelligible and rolled toward the voice. My body reminded me where I was and what I had been put through; I ached all over but my ass was particularly sensitive and quickly brought to mind the abuse I had been put through. “My asshole hurts,” I declared. “Yes, and it will hurt a lot more before this is all over. I think maybe it is time to explain what is really happening here. As you have probably figured out I enjoy the pleasure of abusing men and women, though men. This had the advantage of hiding the bulge my boner would soon be making in my pants. It was hard to focus around my fantasies of kissing her, rolling with her on her bed, exploring everything that I could see hidden just underneath her shirt. I wanted her, but not just her body. I wanted to lay with her afterwards and whisper secrets that I'd never told anyone. I wanted to talk about the next D&D game. I wanted… too much, I suspected. Far too much. Finally, she drew breath to speak. I was.