I even had to ask permission to eat or use the toilet, and often forcedto hold it for long periods. If I leaked, I was punished of course. Iwas punish...d often.Other lessons included how to read body language and behaviors toanticipate a woman's needs. Much of the time I was being fucked whilesucking a cock and learning how please a cock with my asshole. I wastaught to squeeze and massage the cock with my anus while sliding alongthe shaft and grinding my ass against the man's crotch.At night I. He forced my head onto his penis so hard that my teeth rattled on the metal zipper of his fly. He was sweating so much that I could feel drops of his disgusting perspiration dripping off his jowls and on to my head.He continued to grunt like a pig as he fucked my face; his now rock hard cock with its spongy head tasted salty as precum started to leak from the eye of his glans. He pushed it in and out faster and harder, pulling it out nearly all the way then slamming it home so that my face was. "I wrote her a poem." A poem." Yes." A poem? You gave it to her?" Sure."Anita's eyes were wide and her mouth was open. "Well, what did she do?"I shrugged. "She cried." She... cried?" Yes. You know, a little tear, right here. Just a little one. Then she said thank you and we went to a movie."Anita stared at me, leaning against the back of her chair.I finished, "And that's all there was to it."She said slowly, amused, incredulous, "Is this a true story?" Cross my heart."She leaned forward, still. Cunt juice is lapped and dragged upwards to lubricate and cover our flesh. Deeper and deeper I force my tongue as my ears are enclosed and the only sound that I hear is my heart beat and rushes of air dragged into straining lungs. My cock is raging and pulsing as I lever her thighs apart delivering a final tongue lashing as I push my-self back and thrust my own loins towards her, legs intertwining and my own arsehole pouting and opening. Reaching out my hand lands on the object that we have.