If it's yes, you can leave. If it's no, you can die."He shouted back, "Yes, I understand!"Bennie looked at Jeff. "What's your choice?" I'll leave with...my brother. We won't be back." I shoved him away from me with distaste.Bennie, Robby, and I watched them closely as they left though we wouldn't give them any arms. After they had gone, Millie and Alice relaxed and came to Jane and me. We talked quietly for a few minutes. Our husbands and Robby smiled gently. Alice decided first, "I'll go with. After each blow to my delectable behind, though, I couldn't help but scream. Part of me was just trying to cover up the gasps of pleasure that kept threatening to escape my lips but no small part of it was from the actual, very real pain from his blows. He certainly wasn't holding anything back. In fact, with each new blow he seemed to be hitting me even harder. I writhed around on his lap as he punished me, kicking my legs back and screaming with pain each time one landed. And then I felt. ..Oh my. Roxy's ass...Two perfectly shaped buttock cheeks. Charmingly plump. Full, warmpillows of love.Just the slightest, wispiest hint of a sag.Anus still tight and appetizing for any man with the tiniest bit ofheterosexual desire.Which was awfully good, Roxy thought, after nearly 50,000 loads of men'scum had found their way to those lovely bowels.That's right. Do the math. An average of three hot, hard visitors perday, by Roxy's conservative estimate. For 44 years. Which means she had. You know that now we go from milk to honey. Ready,darling?"There were times she would keep him on the bed, insert a vibrator inhis pretty derriere and milk him again, telling him he was a naughtylittle heifer to not yield all. But she watched the time today, wellaware that they yet needed to dress and make it to the theater. Tomorrowshe would milk him two or three times in a row. "Are you ready darlingto revere your husband?" Yes, dear, of course. If I may ask you, please you won't muss my.