Carla looked a little thrashed. He tasted the alcohol in her mouth and her clothes were not quite as neat ofter her last tit suckling session. He wond...red what she had been up to but, he never questioned her about her sex work. She would tell him if he asked or if she wanted to share it. He knew she had some skills and she knew how to capitalize on them.Carla made a salad and set the table. She kissed her husband deeply and cupped his dick in her hand before they sat down to eat. They chatted. She began to fear for her life now, the bank's money wasn't worth her life, but she tried to remain calm and do as she was instructed, a lump in her throat as she moved into the office. One of the men took the branch manager and left, leaving the other to ride herd over her and the other two employees, the woman teller was crying as she looked around for a way out. "Shut the fuck up bitch!" the remaining gunman yelled as he slapped her across the face and Suzanne watched as she fell to her. Then they took me into a basement or some kind of underground room I think. They tore my clothes off. My wrists were strapped to, I think they were chains hanging from the ceiling and my ankles were tied to some kind of straps on the floor. Then they made me drink water until I just couldn't drink any more. That's when they told me I had to pee for them. I couldn't at first, so they made me drink more water and after a while I..." Let's see for ourselves, shall we?" he interrupted, picking up. I had been used as a toilet for a hundred or so men in one single night in many different situations and had been given my own pig to join me in this filthy play as well. She was a HUGE woman, probably well over 300 pounds I would say. She had enormous sagging cow udders that swung from side to side down around her navel as she walked. Her thighs looked tree trunks and her great wobbly fat belly had so many rolls you couldn’t count them. Her ass was wide, round and so enormous you literally.