I could feel every inch of him. Our bodies pressed together and we soon became a sweaty mess of limbs. I came to the realisation that this was not goi...g to be a quick fuck as he moved me onto my hands and knees and swiftly entered me from behind. He began thrusting again, slowly at first, so deep that I could feel his balls slamming against my ass. His hands that had been on my waist now moved, one to my tits, one to my mound. Fingering furiously he brought me to my second orgasm, cumming hard. Just beside the door was a hose pipe and a drain. The pipe had a long tapered slender brass nozzle. Quite gently he took her by the neck, pressed her head down, dipped the nozzel in a tub of grease on the ground nearby and inserted the well lubed nozzle of a hose pipe into her anus.“Shit,” he whispered as he turned the water on.“Fuck!” Zania exclaimed with the shock of cold high pressure water blasting inside her, “For fucks sake.” Her belly swelled and pressed on her bladder making her. She seemed to like that one too as she laughed a little again which made me die inside. So I showed her to the bathroom and gave her a towel and every thing and while she left with a “thank you” and a “you’re a sweetie” and she disappeared into the bathroom and as soon as that door shut I stood there thinking to myself how beautiful she was and how I wanted to kiss her and random fantasies popped in my head of her falling in love with me and doing things that you’d find in porno. I thought who. And after one last farewell gangbang that lasted hours, they were gone.Things still weren't right with Piggy, though. I abused her and enjoyed it, but my heart just wasn't in it anymore. The scared, naive girl that had been so fun to torment was long gone. My slave had built up quite a pain tolerance by now, and was surprised by little. She endured her punishments without begging, said all the right things, and obeyed my every command. It was unbelievably frustrating. Worst of all, I.