.."I had been fingering myself even as I rode his cock. My finger wasdrenched, slick with pussyjuice. I reached beneath me and slowly,carefully insert...d it into Danny's tight, puckered little hole. I workedit in and out as I spoke."Then I thought: 'Why should I be the only one having fun here? I shouldbring home a man, a real stud, and he can do us both. I would love towatch my baby get fucked by a guy with a great big cock. Better still, Icould bring home two studs. That way, my girlfriend and. My mouth started to water as I lowered my head to his cockhead.I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip; this made his cock twitch. I quickly took the head into my mouth and began to suck it. The whole thing began to grow hard. Before I knew it I felt the pulsations and the warm thick fluid squirting into my mouth. He slowly pulled my head back removing his still throbbing cock from my throat.He pulled my face close to his and looked into my eyes.“Get your slutty ass on the bed, ass up,. But it does.Now that we’re both undressed, the taller men are closing in and reaching up to grab our breasts. The men are purposefully cruel. Their groping hands, more often than not, are quite painful as they clamp down on my breasts or pinch and pull my nipples. But that isn’t the reason for the tears. I’m aware of the humiliation and the pain. But it’s the mental anguish that drove me to tears. I can’t even imagine what I’ll be like, how I’ll be changed, if somehow I survive this horrible. “Your mother says that she told you about our occasionally playing with other couples; or with just one of them if the spouse is unable to attend. I always love it when another girl can share our bed.”“Yes, Father,” was all that Faith said. She had her eyes cast down to try to avoid making eye contact.“I’m looking forward to having you share our bed. You’ll be our first slavegirl. Well, you’ll be my first slavegirl. I know your mother has enjoyed some, including you, in the past.”“Yes, Father,”.