I must have looked the whore I was.No classy affair, this. No subtle titillation of the senses. No carefully planned adventure. Not even the thrill of...the deliciously forbidden, anymore. No excuses, no sparkling sheen of glamour. I had become a greedy slut. I just had to have my cock. And lots of it.There was no romance left.Ralph and I had just grabbed a rushed dinner in the closest hotel at hand. It was a rendezvous I hastily improvised as soon as my husband left town. It was a. Now I smiled."Bastard," she said between clenched teeth after saluting the judges. "I never want to talk to you again.I nodded, though she'd already turned her back to walk away. She disappeared into a small mob of girls full of congratulations, hugs and kisses. I could live with not talking to Traci as long as she rejoined the rest of the world."How come you're not in the middle of that?" I asked Kelly as she stood off the side and stretched her wrists and neck."I need to focus on my vault.". After we arrived at his farm he took me on a tour and told me that I would be his slave to use whenever and by whomever he want. He had all the BDSM toys in his barns and his house. He had swings, cage, racks, hooks for hanging, spreader bars and a cross to have me spread and placed in. After we had our baggage put away and he showed me my room. He then took me to the living room and Master Tom sat down and told me to strip out of my clothes as I would not need them anymore and that I would be. Her hair was a color unrecognizable and indiscernible, her scent best described as natural, slightly flowery, dripping of pheromones, her lips seemed soft, too soft to be human, although I find myself unable to recall how soft a human’s lips are supposed to be. As I continued to thrust into her, all animalistic passion and lust, an alarming thought occurred to me: I have no idea what I look like. At all. Luckily for me, another thought occurred and calmed my bubbling panic, that there seemed no.