I had thrown myself into danger over and over during the last year and...It was such a rush. Different from sex, but as exhilarating.I couldn't drag K...ra around the world. I shouldn't even do that to the others. They deserved stability. Support. Things I couldn't give them.Kora slipped up beside me as we headed back to our boarding house, leaving the University of Az, and its collection of colleges, behind. An owl hooted, mixing with the music drifting through the air from the Bardic College.. I don't know why it makes me happy. For any "normal" person this soundawful, terrible and wrong - but any submissive sissy would start leakingin their cock cages reading this, willing with every pink fiber of theirlittle girl's soul to be in my place. It cannot be explained. This isjust who I am - a sissy whore for humiliation and abuse.My next couples of days are usually spent this way, alternating betweenbeing his suffering fuckmeat and being his suffering abuse doll. I alwayssleep bound,. Day-Sea grabbed the money and we set off. I was excited when she told me we were going to take the wagon to the warehouse. I had never ridden a horse or wagon before so it was a nice experience as we rode away from the farm. I had trouble trying not to stare as I often looked down at her breasts. The bumpy dirt road from the farm made them bounce and jiggle to my amusement. “So Eric, what do you think about my little establishment?” Mrs. Day-Sea asked as we slowly rolled away from the. Erie County, perhaps?” Mike Hawkins pointed to the county line that they bypassed seconds before.“Touche ... very general of you,” Justine answered the flippance of her second husband.Both men cracked up at their wife and her response. Justine was nothing if not feisty, their French-Canadian ginger delight. Sharing her was quite the experience, to put it mildly. There were plenty of other lovers ... for all three of them, but Charles and Mike both had a particular affection for Justine. There.