One girl who professed to be mostly of Indian extraction showed him some tricks that he was unfamiliar with and which made him stronger in spirit and ...ore depraved in thought if that was at all possible.His male follower with the mechanical background easily fixed the battered old school bus with a make shift modification that put it back into operating condition. They all piled on board and he smiled watching some of his "children" merging their flesh in celebration of the victory.Soon they. I thought we were going to start kissing again, but instead Cheryl smiled and said in a loud whisper, “We know you fucked our husbands.”“Oh fuck!” I said as Jay told me this. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” For the first time since Jay had started telling me what happened she turned and looked at me. I couldn’t see any bruising or cuts so they can’t have attacked her, at least, not like that. “What did you do?” I asked.“I froze. I turned my head and looked at all three of them and they were. We were about 2 blocks away from my house. Kim turned to me and said, “Whore, you disappoint me. Here you are loving all this shit and you complain about it. I noticed this when I first slapped your nasty cunt. You get turned on by doing all this stuff. Even when you had to fuck those young boys. So, I want to punish you some more to see how you like it.”She hesitated to see what I had to say. I couldn’t lie to her. Yes, I was loving the things they did to me. And if I was to tell the truth, I. My filthy sissy whore. I already have an outfit laid out, she can dress herself and apply her own make up. She's trained well enough in these areas now to not fuck it up. She knows – fuck ups equal punishment. She is a good little slave, a brilliant little sex toy. There to use whenever I feel like it, there to abuse if she makes a mistake. But all in all - she's very well trained. After a while of heavy breathing and laying in my own juices, I stand up off the bed and begin to tidy and clean.