Everyone was chucking with the obvious innuendo, and so was I. Fiona was always quite flirtatious and James knew it, so he’d always play along. Fion... said to me that I’d struck gold with James, and I always knew she fancied him a little, and that’s not really surprising knowing what Peter’s like. James and Fiona were always funny to watch though.“Do you want some sauce on that?” James asked.“Do you have any mayo?” Fiona enquired. I knew where this was going so I decided to let them play and I. Besides that the slave didn’t know anything about how to “pick” a woman up, flirt with a woman, or how to tell if a woman might swing “that way”. The slave’s past experience had always been that if it spotted a woman who looked “butch” that there was always or at least most of the time a good chance that they might be gay or bisexual at least but it didn’t want a woman like that. If nothing else it did know that much about what it was looking for. It wanted to find a woman who looked. I was sobbing with pain and terror when they let me down from the beam and slammed me face down across a solid workbench and tied me down tightly. One after the other, the fifteen men ****d me brutally as I screamed in pain. Their huge cocks ripped open my tight 14 year old arsehole and it began to bleed. When the last man spunked up me, the first one was hard again and they all ****d me a second time, then a third, they continued to ream my hole for over two hours until my hole was totally. “Oh shit!” gasped Kattie, as she jumped off her dads lap and grabbed her robe. Her father quickly pulled up his sweat pants, tucking his still hard and unrelieved cock into his pants. His wife had gone out of town, as she often did, to go visit her mother and sisters. They only lived about four hours away but Karen wasn’t expected back until the next day. Kattie and her dad had planned a day of fucking and were just getting started. Just as her mother reached the top of the stairs, Kattie.