"Sell, sell, sell," was the only word anyone was shouting down the phones. I turned on my trading screens they were a sea of red. I was in trouble bec...use nearly all my investments were on the far east markets. I joined the chorus of, "sell, sell, sell."At 8 am the London markets opened we were all praying for a miracle which did not come. By the end of the day which became known as Black Friday, I had lost all my clients' money, most of my own and a great deal of the company's money. Total. Daddy, I love you Daddy." Looking at his sexy reflection in the mirror, Daddy's words accuratelyand truthfully instructing him just how hopeless and desperate his lovefor Daddy was going to manifest itself, the boi saw that his cock, thesource of so much physical pleasure was now forever useless, reduced toa permanent torture tool; a tool for demonstrating obedience - andnothing else. The boi was not yet nineteen and had had his very last orgasm. Not onlythat, but his cock had been turned into. The fag is smiling. He can see through my charade. Dont worry. Nobody uses their real name in this place. Because this place is not real. If you stick around long enough, you will find out. Shit, be careful though. Unexpectedly, a third member joins our party. What is this, the social table? It is the guy who pulled into the parking lot beside me. The scurrier. He plops down into a chair. I look at him. He is wearing two things. A towel around his waist, and a collar around his neck. Great. The. My entire body seemed to quake as the woman continued to fuck me and the other women were relentless in stimulating, tormenting, my nipples and clitoris.My legs and arms were shaky as Barb pulled the artificial cock from my drooling, quivering pussy. I started to sag down to the bed when I was sternly instructed not to. They weren’t nearly done with me, I heard. I braced myself. Barb pulled free and crawled on the bed to my side as Jan took her place behind me. Her strapped on artificial cock.