I turned, staring at very average man dressed in a rumpled hounds-tooth coat and a mustard yellow tie. “Who are you? “Good question.” “Thanks ...ou.” I said, feeling suddenly pleased with myself. After all, I was obviously in the midst of some sort of mental melt down and yet, I was able to still have a reasonably sedate conversation with a stranger. “You do have a name?” “Do you?” “Yes, I’m…” I caught my breath, my name suddenly a slippery fish on the ice. Every time I tried to grasp it, it. "...Awwww!" Are you going to use them to fight off the president?" Annabelle asked.The Mistress panted for a moment, catching her breath. "...N-no," shecroaked."Well, why not?" Because..." The Mistress looked at Annabelle, who waited for anexplanation. "...Because... I don't... I..." She paused to think. "Ican't... just... give... them away." Annabelle and Bee lookedperplexed. Charlotte's expression was indecipherable. The Mistresssighed, then stood up straight. "Do you know who I am?". She would be the receptacle into which they would spew their lewd sperm as they had into thousands of other whores in other places at other times.The vile squeak of the rat penetrated through her thoughts into her inner conscious mind. It too was part of the evil picture. It was the conqueror, the thing against which she could not fight. She knew she would have submitted to any demands, no matter how depraved, to keep that evil creature away from her, to keep its monstrous teeth from tearing at. ”“Then say fuck my ass.”“Oh yes, fuck my ass.”“After I fuck your pussy, I will fuck your ass the regular way, ok.”“Oh yes, please fuck my ass anytime you want to.”With my finger sawing in and out of her ass and my thumb rubbing her clit, Danni started to get very animated in my lap. She needed a good hard fuck, but that was for another night. Tonight she needed to learn how to give pleasure, not just receive it. “Danni, you like this slutty play?”“Oh yes, I just wish you would fuck me.”“I will.