”“But you thought about it, didn’t you?” Betty persisted.“Okay, I might have had a fantasy or two.”Pat put her arm around me, “You know ...our problem, Robert. It’s the fact that you cannot separate sex and lust from love. I have a deep affection for you, Robert, and what we had earlier was lust that resulted in sex but not love. I think you still have affection for Betty, and sex with her now would be just that, sex. You need to think sex will result in love. Well, it does not always end that. ” he stated as he pulled his hard cock from his pants. Glen pulled his fingers from my pussy and then spread my legs wider. I was lying on my arms and the cuffs cut into my wrists as he stuffed his dick into me and fell on top of me. He started grunting as he rammed me with his pole. “Yeah, she’s a fucking whore.” he said, while he turned his head to look at the other cops as he pumped me, “It’s like fucking the Lincoln tunnel.” he joked as he became more forceful in his strokes. I was grunting. What if I gross you out?”“Darlin, that thought would never cross my mind.” Stepping back, we allowed her dress to fall around her feet.Lois had that air of innocence. She had on a matching red lace panty and shelf bra set. Obviously, my ladies had a hand in this. They barely covered any of the essentials and the bra was seriously under powered for its job. She had all over pale flesh, never having seen a swim suit. Her perky breasts were spilling over the frilly little shelf bra. She pulled. He thrusts into me hard, I cover my mouth to keep from crying out again, tears stinging in my eyes. "I can't hear you" I'm your... slut." I realize a second too late that I shouldn't have paused. He pulls out a little then rams into me a second time. I bite my lip to not make a sound, but tears of pain are spilling over my cheeks. "The purpose of this night is to show you your place. You will do what I say, without question. Or you will be punished using pain and humiliation. So, as I have.