My young slave’s orgasm continued, the big dog looming over her, his massive hard-on sliding in and out of her like a piston. Suddenly he became sti...l and stood panting, his cock buried in her pussy.“Mistress...He’s cumming…” the Girl moaned out. I watched as Caliban’s heavy body pinned her to the couch, I could see the Wolfhounds' thick cock pulsing between her pussy lips. I knew from experience that each throb meant his veiny cock was spurting his semen into her, again and again. “You. I think you can picture the position I'm in. And don't forget, my top was still pulled up, tits hanging free. I am still facing and watching the guy at the end of the row. He is still watching us and now moving around in his seat. A second later I realize he must have been pulling his cock from his pants. Because now he is making slow stroking motions in his lap. I tell my bf. He says I know. I see him.Then my bf waves at the guy to come over. Immediately I tell him, I told you, I'm not sucking. When I left the apartment I lost my mail box. When I lost my job I lost my phone. Now I needed a place for me.I had an idea, but it needed the cooperation of an old grain farmer that used to use my dad for his tax work. A different man used to run Angus cattle on a farm he leased from my great aunt. The telephone company ran a cable across the property and left some of the insulation from the buried cable in a pile. His cattle, being dumb bastards, ate it. Their hooves fell off, they went. I retreat into myself. I tried pretending I was somewhere else, but the pain kept dragging me back. I tried to picture myself with someone less repulsive, someone younger. It didn’t work. Nothing did.I was trapped within my own body, unable to escape the hell that had become my life. Pain gripped me, keeping me from fighting back. What little sanity I had left told me to remain calm and pray the boss was a premature ejaculator.He wasn’t.He rode me mercilessly, each thrust more powerful than the.