She was a preacher's wife who got blackmailed into sex and the story traced how she lost herself to the pleasure side of gang-bangs and sex with girls...and, yes, even dogs. I finished that book so fucking hot that I figured I needed to be fucked for a good two to three hours. I wanted to fuck one man after another. I put the book down and called Mr. Ballard. When he answered, I said, "I am so ready. You can't imagine just how ready I am." Ballard said, "Oh I think I know. I have been sitting. He cried softly at the lack of pacifier. I didn't want anything silencing him. I wanted to hear his pleasure echo through the house. "Don't hold back, Jessie." My voice was deep with sex. "Be as loud as you want, baby. I don't care who hears. I'm not ashamed. I want everyone to hear how I make you feel."I wrapped my lips around his balls, rolling them in my mouth with my tongue. The gasp then shriek of glee reverberated through the room. Normally when Jerome and I tagged white boys it was all. He tried again, not so fast this time and got about 5" into his mouth before I felt the rippling on the back of his throat and waves of pleasure through my cock. James grabbed my legs while he was still sucking me and put them over his shoulders. Then he put two of his fingers into my mouth and tried to fit everything into his mouth again, he was getting closer every time. Now getting almost 6" in. I was sucking his fingers, he was sucking my cock; it was brilliant. The best blowjob I'd ever. Sometimes I was locked up in cages. It was all part of the deal. I had fun for 30 days and I have no regret about it. Everything was consensual. I was not feeling unsafe at any point.”I sat there with my eyes almost popped out of its socket. I had goosebumps and I stared right at Trudy. “I-I,” I stammered, “I don’t know what to say,” I finally managed to speak up“Don’t say anything. As I said I don’t have any regrets. And because of this opportunity, I have managed to be what I am today. And I.