"She'd had a couple of boyfriends before Igot hold of her a day or so before she returned home. After what I'vedone to her head, she'll never want an...ther one!"Mistress withdrew the fingers and sucked one clean before insertingthe other into my daughter's arsehole: the coating of pussy-creameasing its passage. "So you are still an anal virgin," she mused."That will soon change, my dear."And then it was my turn and the catalogue of complaints was almost thesame so I don't need to repeat them. . . or him - I don't remember which it used to be any more. In any case, they have been in there for a long, long, time. The reason that it is so difficult to get out of the Devil's Bull is that the only way to escape my bull is to find someone else willing to enter it - or should I say someone else willing to try to use the Devil's Bull as it was intended to be used - as an instrument of torture."The Owner looked almost wistful. "JoAnne was really a brilliant demon," he stated with a smile of. NowI was doing press, under the public eye and expected to say and docertain things. I was expected to be a certain person. Even during myfirst day something of my Lucy Chambers stories had crept into my reallife. I remembered vividly being taped up and placed in a dark closet byBloom. All in the name of research.Slowly I let my eyes close as the motion of the car relaxed me.When I opened them, I was still in the limo but the driver was gone. HadI drifted off? I looked out of the windows and. . yeah one time. They came over to Diane’s, but… oh god, that feels good... but it wasn’t like on the boat, and they uh… they didn’t stay long.”Blake’s fingers continued their assault on Charlene’s ass. He questioned as if there was nothing else taking place. “They were wanting you to get topless?”“Uh huh,” Charlene breathed into Blake’s ear. “More like expecting it... Oh yeah... Killed the mood.”Blake’s fingers were sliding along the edge of Charlene’s panties. “I’m guessing you weren’t.