His palm cupped my sex, adding support to my weight. I winced and I begged him, "Please, hurt me."He threw me from him. I landed awkwardly, tearing si...ew. I screamed and he mounted me. His length and girth skewered my ass and he pounded the earth with all four hooves as his rape commenced. He lingered over my pain, eyes burning with triumph. Cock like snake writhed among my pain, brushing damaged tissue. It drew an orgasm that coalesced inward from my bruised skin and outward from my abused. They get back on the dance floor and leave me alone. I relax watching them dance, surprisingly fantasizing over my boss. After a little while, they join me and we all chat a little. We hit the floor again and I surprise myself thinking that my co-workers are a great group. They slowly leave and the night ends with me following my boss to her car while she holds my hand.We chat again while she drives, asking how I liked the job, the environment and my co-workers. I mention the bullying and she. "But what other duties?" Katia asked."Why, anything the women think they should be doing," I said, giving maybe the first politically correct statement on Margata."My mother was right," Katia said, "You are very smart for a man." Maybe, maybe not. Have the two of you decided where you'd like for me to stack our firewood?"They had and they showed me. With my saw, hatchet, and axe strapped onto my cart I headed back out in the direction of the place I'd killed Buttercup's mother. Then I spent the. Ashley looked up at me again. She seemed appreciative and a little confused. At first I don’t really think she knew what I wanted, but when she realized I was trying to get her to suck me, or simply let go of my cock. Ashley was obviously scared to do it, but as she continued to look up at me, I reached down,I continued to stroke my cock, which made her look down. As she watched, I reached down and took her hand and tried to put it back on my cock, she looked at me and I told her not to worry.