We collapse to the bed. He releases my hands and pulls the gag and blind from my face. We lie in bed, the quiet broken only our harsh breathing. He be...ins to gently caress me. I know I please him, not that he would say it to me, but afterward when he holds me like this I feel his appreciation. Or his remarks on the depth of marks or a particularly colorful bruise are his thanks to me for being silent. On rare occasions he will tell me what a good girl I was for taking so much. He is so relaxed. The bluesman never failed to lay his eyes on the pair of her fine buttocks that wiggled all the way as she walked, the tight material of the jeans tries so hard to hold the grip of the two fleshy mounds, so soft like buns... thought the bluesman, his eyes had witnessed a lot of skinny girls.... he seemed really sattisfied with Jennifer's healthy physique. The girl was an angel, thought the bluesman... his palms careesing the surface of the drums, his fingers tapping against them. Jennifer was. "Don't you think you better get busy on that 'Why I Want to Whip Vickie' essay contest form?" The Coach asked breaking off their deep tongue kiss. Moaning, Vickie rocked forward and typed on the computer keyboard while she continued gyrating her hips and grinding her ass on the Coach's cock.Every time Vickie got distracted from her form designing task, the Coach would pinch one of her nipples until she winced then direct her to get back to work. In between nipple pinches the Coach caressed her. I was trained and didn’t know it. Everyone I met, came into contact with was for sex. John, Adam, Mummy now Simon. We were making fortunes and using everyone we wanted for both money and sex. I looked at Simon, I realised he was slim, long legs, submissive. And I’d brought him here. I didn’t knowingly do it, but he was about to be taken away from his life because of me. Pawel and Marchin liked to have boys as their sex slaves. John was passed around day and night to serve them and their.