You own me.”He tightened the belt again, cutting off her air and bending her back. His fingers probed her buttocks until he found the pucker of her ...ss and he worked two fingers inside her as he tugged back hard on the belt.“Say you’re my worthless, piece of shit whore and nothing you think matters because you’re just three holes and a pair of tits designed to make me cum.”As he loosened the belt, Bridgette repeated the words, burning with shame at her own fear and weakness, but even more. It would never do if she shuddered before the visitor came. She was feeling both trepidation and excitement. Trepidation that she might not please the visitor, and excitement that she was to help this man with his problems. She dressed quickly and sat quietly waiting, her thoughts untroubled by any worries about the morality of her actions. Molly knew that Sister Lucia would take care of that aspect for her, later.When he arrived, the visitor proved to be a short stout man of late middle age.. Uh, you know. Pretending I was like Elvis Presley, a handsome stud popular with the women who-who looked just like the guy in the mirror. My word, I thought, I couldn't go to the office like this! Who would understand? How could I explain to them what I couldn't explain to myself? I called in sick."No problem, Butch," responded the boss. You could actually hear the leer on his face. "If I'd left with Vyvica Kesselsen, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed today either."Butch. I hung up the phone. "That's right, Jack. Fist fuck me." I lubricated my hand with the Slippery Stuff and worked in three fingers, then four. She wriggled on my fingers. "C'mon Jack, give me the whole thing." I pulled my fingers out, made a fist with my thumb under the fingers and pushed. I had trouble believing what I saw. I pushed my entire hand inside her pussy. It was unbelievable. She grunted as the fist passed and her muscles tightened on my wrist. "OH GOD!" she moaned. By this time Jill was back in the game.