When I heard the middle-aged white dude say "You're doing it wrong. " I looked up and he was standing beside me. I said "What?" He repeated what he sa...d and stooped down to push my legs showing me how far I should extend them. It felt awkward, his hands on my thigh, but I said thanks, and he walked away. I continued working out for maybe another 10 mins, then as I went to another machine. I had to pass where he was. I felt a rub on my ass. Taken aback, I froze for a second, looked back and he. “Fuck slaves don’t get to wear clothes,” my Miss had told me as what was left of my garments was tossed aside leaving me with only my pretty pink collar encircling my throat.Sometimes I was her slut or her whore. Or so many of the other humiliating names she called me. Today was different. I was her fuck slave. Not only hers but her husband’s. Jake. She’d made that very clear.“Today you belong to us.”I’d simply nodded meekly, unable to respond after she buckled a black ballgag into place. All I. She was projected to cross over the coastline approximately sixty klicks south of Coral Cove.“Not if I have anything to do with it,” muttered Mary.Marty looked at her. “So how do you stop a cyclone coming over the top of you?” he asked with interest.Mary looked at him and wondered how much to tell him. He already knew about her ring and her ageing issue. He had taken it surprisingly well. For some reason, the memory of the other ring she owned popped into her head. She had never found an owner. And why was I bound? Hell, I was gagged, too, I discovered as I tried to speak. She winked at me and kept riding me harder, taking me further up her butt. It was extremely intense and I worried that I might cum too fast for her, but I needn’t have concerned myself too much.I damn near passed out more than once as Angelica tightened up on me, using me both cowgirl-style and reverse-cowgirl. I tried to warn her, but she must have sensed it, anyway. I came in buckets up her culo, shooting rope.