'Understanding that 'slag' meant sexual trash or refuse and feeling giddy, Andrea obeyed after giggling, 'Okay... sir.'Thad didn't answer as he raised...her short dress and roughly drew her panties down. He shoved 2 fingers into her snatch and grunted, 'Even a dog would know what that slit is for, twat-face!' - and he stirred her pot a few times before removing and goring his fingers up her entrails while she softly squealed.'Amazing, bitch! You're mighty tight back here for such a loose cunt of. My body was simply worn out from the treatment and the mind blowing orgasms I had today. I dreamed of the treatment in small bits and pieces. I woke with a start at 3:00 AM with the feeling of complete vulnerability as I dreamt of the exam table holding me in place as Dr. Kim penetrated my ass. In the dream it was as if I was floating above my body and watching my legs spread wide as a naked woman penetrated me with a strap-on.There was this image in my dream that had nothing to do with Dr.. It was a reflex.”“Just concentrate on rubbing your horny little cunt and leave my cock alone.”“Yes, sir.”“Your rules, remember?”“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll leave your cock alone, I promise. Just tell me…”“Well, five or so hours ago, that big cock that you’re not allowed to touch, was buried deep inside Ms Mergan’s mouth.”“All of it?”“Yes, every inch. What’s the point of having a secretary-cum-whore who can’t deepthroat?”“Did you do that? Did you fuck her throat?”“What’s this fascination with. I estimate that Annalise was at least 35, possibly 40, years old. It was also obvious that she had earned her living as a whore and/or bar girl for some time, from what age I wouldn't know. She was intelligent, and appeared well educated; she encouraged me to read serious books. Comics and cock books had been all that I had read previous to meeting her.She would take me around Munster's museums and art galleries, discussing the paintings and sculptures, and all that sort of stuff; I tried my.