My wife was a fucking whore, “Anybody else,” I asked?Rath gave me a straight, and I thought an honest appraisal, “That’s all I know. Look Bass...I just said what I did about your girls to hurt. I’m sure they’re yours. And Sarah, I think she’s sick. I mean in the head sick. I don’t want to make this worse for you, but us doing it was like nothing. I mean it was more about the talking. Sure we fucked, but we could’ve been having a coffee and eating donuts. It was that ‘matter of fact’. You want to. She knew all the best positions to get it in deeper and stand the best chance for impregnation, but she had never experienced the coupling process with a real live cock attached to a real live man. Cathleen figured it was best left to her future husband to decide when she was to take it all inside her tight little Mary Jane.Cathleen had usually been confessed by old Father Shea ever since she could remember and he always gave her one "Our Father" and three "Hail Mary's" no matter what she said. I screeched through my nose and she laughed, “You’ll like it soon enough.”Her weight then shifted and the dildo slipped further inside as I heard the squishing of her cunt as she opened herself to the other end and impaled herself onto it, further impaling me. Without any warm-up she began thrusting vigorously against me, and after the pain passed I groaned in pleasure to encourage her. She fucked me fast and hard, and she said mockingly, “Better fuck than your puny dick would ever give me.. Carson? –- This slave would be most happy to service him, Sir. –Heckert looked at me, prodding me with his eyes. No words were necessary at this point. I felt like I had lost control, as if something inevitable was going to happen. My instincts, buried under the weight of thousands of years of denial passed down even through the Great Silence byfamilies, institutions and social habits, now being allowed to come to the light. I offered no resistance, it was clear. I could have spoken, but I.