She said, "See, I don’t need any oil."After just a few minutes, she began to shake and buck. She pushed my hand into her harder. Then a short yell a...d a gasp. “Wow!”The slide show continued but now Beth said that it might be better if we were lying down. I agreed. I got up first, and slipped my pants off. Now I was walking around with just my tee-shirt. Beth stood up too – and pulled down her pants. When they were off, I asked her to bend over. She asked, "Why?" I said I wanted to see her pussy. As I slide up and down his cock, I felt the sensation mounting inside me, oh my god I’m going to come. I was ready to let go, I felt the build up in my groin, those wondrous few seconds before the main event, before it explodes through my body “Tom I’m coming”I feel myself come with my pussy in spasm, a lovely wet feeling fills my fanny as Tom kept lifting and dropping me on his cock for a few more strokes. Underneath me, Toms breathing had become intense and laboured. An a****listic groan. Ben stopped moving with his cock only half way inside of her. He gave her a chance to recover slightly. I think that at that moment she wasn't totally conscious. The little sadist wants be certain she's able to fully appreciate the pain he's causing her.Marsha started coming around. She sobbed loudly and began panting as if she were giving birth. I can't actually say, since I've never given birth. But I think what he's doing to her must be nearly as painful.I still remember vividly the first. "Remember, you belong to me and will serve my needs. And you will be grateful for every opportunity you are given to do so. Like right now. I needed a place to piss, and sure, I could've gone all the way across the basement to use the bathroom. But I chose to stay here with you and allow you to serve me instead." Thank you daddy. Please always choose me. You never have to piss in a toilet again, ok daddy??"What the fuck am I saying????? I'm practically begging him to treat me like a urinal. God.