You know I can't afford to get pregnant ... you know how poor we are." She began to sob, her body shaking. She covered her face with the serape, wipin... her watering eyes and the tears that were running unabashedly down her cheeks."Now, Now Nena, don't cry," Constancia said gently but mockingly, "I won't let John hurt you. You know that, but," she added, "Your going to have to do a little something for me. Something normal. Something that all of us do, but are sometimes afraid to admit to."Nena. I like sex, even raunchy sex, but he just inflicts pain and humiliation on us. Something had to happen to stop him or one of us might have been killed.”Thursday came and I went out to eat. I came back to the house to the teens being gathered in back and participating in a full-on orgy. Everyone was doing or being done. There were at least three new guys and three new couples there and all were involved.I screwed two new asses before everyone had to leave to clean up and go to the service. It. I wait, pussy dripping. He pulls my ass cheeks apart and I feel him spit in my asshole. Then I feel him start to push something in. It's big and hard and it begins to stretch me wide open. It's the big black anal plug. He uses his spit as lube and works it all the way in. I'm grinding my pelvis into the bed, fighting to release the orgasm that is coming. He pulls the plug out slowly and then pushes it in again. Deeper. My ass stretches receive it. I squirm, the intensity of the. The various scenarios she imagined and then discarded. With each one, her hope died and her anxiety rose. How long would Faoril wait to rescue me? I believed she would. She was considering how right now.And with her skill, she would save me.Every heartbeat brought Saniyya closer to surrender. She glanced at me, and I gave her a mocking smile. I arched an eyebrow, letting her know how unconcerned I was. She chewed on her lower lip. Then her hands yanked hard on the manacles.“How did you know.