This was to become the core element of my bondage to Sabrina and Rita, they simply had me to all their work, and I was very happy to comply.During the...work, they ignored me most of the time, but every now andthen Rita would approach silently to inspect, and if I displeased hershe would suddenly throw the whip on my back to punish my shortcomings. The women ordinarily chatted and gossiped together, so that I had tolisten carefully during work to notice if my Mistress Sabrina clappedher hands. I just kept thinking to myself "just fuck me, just fuck me" over and over. I actually thought I was thinking it but in reality, I was screaming it at the man. It seemed to work. The man pounded harder and harder until he too loud a hoarse Bellow. He jerked and twisted. His face in agony as he extracted his cum into my destroyed hole. He pulled out ever slowly as I yelled out every swear word I knew. The man actually thanked me as he got dressed admiring the damage caused between my ass cheeks.. Joan laughed, and when he sat down, she put her hand back in his lap. He was erect. His penis reaching up beneath his fly to his belt."Oooo, to bad we're in the car," she giggled.He looked over at her, grinned and said, "You've played this game before?" What game?" She stroked and he pushed the hand away."You're done," he said. "It's my turn. Take off the pantyhose." Gary..." she said, sounding shocked. But she sat upright and looked out the car windows. They were alone on the rural. Her stomach was slender, sinking in just a bit from her hips, not an ounce of extra fat on her, just enough to smooth everything out, he wondered how old could she possible be? He continued on, drinking her in, her ribs almost visible giving even more of a picture of her slender, petite frame. He watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed slow and deep, her puffy caramel colored areolas the size of quarters with nipples stiff and standing up on her budding breasts. Her other hand gently.