Catla fixed some supper for everyone and the others would come up one at a time and eat. Of course I sat around and provided what conversation I could...as they took their breaks.What surprised me most was how proud they all seemed of me, as if I'd killed the fucking monster in hand to paw combat. I finally figured out the method didn't really signify to them. I'd ridden off to do what they considered generally as the manly job of hunting and then come back to get them so they could watch me make. Many will deem this story sick beyond the most twisted angle, but I am determined that I am not insane, just "dirty" or "tainted" by the world's standards. It was a relief when his rapes ended, but he left a black mark on me that will never fade. I have an insatiable desire for men ten to twenty years my senior, and fighting against the man fucking me roughly and harshly is the best height I can reach. I want nothing more, at this stage in my life than to be degraded as used as my dominant. All else of my big firm 36DD breasts, what Dad had called "magnificent tits", were left bare!The thong too was a tiny one, all strings except for a 4" long and 1" wide cloth covering inadequately my vaginal slit. I looked at myself in the mirror. Oh God! I looked practically NAKED! But I must say it was a "hot gorgeous body" as Dad had said.I put on the nightie. It was a short nightie, coming down to just cover my buttocks and loins and leaving bare my "wondrous thighs" as Dad had described. Whenever she used to bend for cleaning i could see her milky cleavage which making me more erotic. At one moment i thought to grab her from back but i was afraid is she would make noise or not. After cleaning the floor, i asked her to help me clean the computers as well from out. I was holding the devices for her and she was cleaning it, in the process my hands was touching her skin which was warm and it was sending currents to my dick. I couldn’t control the erection on my pant. Within minutes.