The tip of his massive dick felt like it was touching, as deep as my ass was capable of taking...and with that, was producing the most intense feeling... of pleasure I could imagine. His thickness, which I was so scared of, turned out to feel incredible once inside me, stuffing my tunnel. He continued to remain still, buried to the hilt inside of me. I had lost all sense of where I was, and who was there with me. That is, until I heard the tall black man (the one stroking his massive dick in my. For the first time in this place, he desperately wanted to speak, to beg for salvation. He knew by breaking his silence, he would let them know that he could communicate at all. It had served him well to just let them think he was nothing more than an animal, but now it might be working against him. The faint sound of metal rasping over metal made him wearily open his one good eye. His pale yellow gaze fixated on a bowl that had been thrust into his cage. The sight of clear salvation. "Sure she is, Dean." Come on, Sam," he prods. "Live a little. Do it for me, huh? Don't let me die thinkin' you're some born again virgin."Sam looks around half-heartedly. "If I do this, will you promise to shut the hell up?"Dean's eyes dance and he takes another pull from the neck of his bottle. "Absolutely," he answers with a shrug. "As soon as you spill your guts."Sam's eyes light on a woman sitting alone at the bar. She looks a little sad. Like she feels as lonely immersed in a sea of people. “I KNEW IT!” Dad chuckled, “I knew that you had Domme in you, Jessie! I’m just pleased that you’re embracing a healthier version of that lifestyle, not an abusive, toxic one. I told you to get help once. I’m glad that you took my advice. Good for you.”“Yeah, you had my number, didn’t you? You had me pegged,” Mom had the good grace to blush and acknowledge that Dad was right.“Well, strictly speaking, Mom’s likely to have Eddie pegged,” I joked now, making everyone burst into laughter, “this is.