“Bang me until I can’t walk or talk!” she demanded.I pushed forward firmly, and she groaned as I embedded myself about halfway. I pulled back an... with a second firm thrust, our pubic bones mashed together. Her tunnel was warm, snug, and slick with her juices, making it clear I could do what she wanted without delay. I lowered my head to kiss her again, then pulled my dick most of the way from her sopping pussy, and thrust forward firmly. She groaned again into my mouth, and wrapped her legs. Oh ... you might think you do ... know.The days pass as days do ... sometimes it's drudgery ... the 'same shit, different day' that many lives face ... plod ... plod ... plod ... day in, day out. Get up ... yup, same guy looking back in the mirror ... shave the face, flush, shower. Dress ... maybe it's shirt and tie ... or maybe it's mechanics overhauls ... regardless ... you're one of the faceless millions preparing for the daily grind."Come get it before I slop it to the hogs!" comes the cry. He pushed me into a toilet booth.His warm hands were under my overly short dress caressing my arse and then between my legs- I could feel a wet and hot feeling between my legs, heard his zip undo. And then I felt his huge hot cock between my legs, pushing against my see through panties.I gasped. My hand eagerly reached for his cock so I could guide it toward the right spot on my soaking wet panties and stimulate my clitoris just for a few precious seconds. My fingers found his shaft and. “Bleed for me,” Ophelia shouted it like a prayer.She stopped and walked closer. “I see the prisoner’s blood,” she said, like someone declaring checkmate. “He’s bleeding for me.”Now that my blood was starting to trickle down from the cuts all across my chest and near my nipples, Ophelia lowered her aim a bit and began lashing my abdomen with the same vicious glee. Backhand, forehand, she raked the whip across my torso. She took special care to wrap the whip’s ends around my ribs and sides, so.