...they....made a whore out of me" Marsha wailed. "You're not a whore Marsha," Tyler said soothingly. "You're just a woman with needs. Peculiar n...eds, true, but that's not your fault. You were just taught a different kind of sex; anonymous sex with multiple partners." Marsha opened her eyes and looked hopefully up at him. "It's okay Marsha. Some women just need to be gang-banged. It doesn't make you a whore, it just makes you....ah.....enthusiastic." Slowly Marsha smiled up at him. . I saw his feet lose contact to the rock, and he started his journey downward. All this couldn’t have taken more than the fraction of a second, but somehow it seemed an eternity to me. I believed I could even see the startled expression on his face, despite him being thirty metres above me, and facing away from me. And at the same moment I believed I heard his voice. He was whispering into my ear: ‘I think I’ve fallen in love with you.’ The words he had first said so many months ago, last year,. I was thrilled and was asking her to suck it. She said wait, I will give you whatever you want, but first let me take what I want from you. She started crawling over my body rubbing her big breast over my chest. I turned her down and climbed over her. She gave up and said, I am all yours. Today you are my boss. Do whatever you like. I was crazy. I started working on her breast. Started licking one while playing slowly with the other one and making the nipple erect for me to suck. She was hot.. .. before I punish you.” I rush over to the room and change quickly into my collar and basketball shorts. I am a fairly good looking man with a flat stomach. As I head out into the living room I hear giggling. I must have been a while for he's already out of the shower. Both look excellent, him with chiseled abs and her with a small frame and flat stomach. “Slave, it took you long enough; too long! Get over here now for your punishment.” “My, my, you really are different on the inside. Tell me,.