I beg you to stop what you are doing but you continue knowing that it is just because of the great feeling. I finally decide to relax and let the feel...ng of the moment over take me as you continue. I begin to really enjoy the ecstasy of what you are doing. I start to moan louder and you stop eating my pussy in order for us to change positions.Then with me on top I take you cock and rub it over my shaved pussy. You feel my juices on your cock. I only let the tip of your cock slide in and out of. They add another inch on each side, over eight inches wide. Do you think your pussy can spread that wide, Susi? You’re really going to like the two horns on the end. Zorg tells me he can make them stick out whenever he wants to. Imagine them dragging along inside your pussy as his kock pulls from your body or the feeling of them moving deep inside you. I envy you! Are you going to scream for us, Susi, are you going to scream loud?”Zorg moved closer to Susi, his kock now brushing along her. She told us about her mixed emotions – living out the fantasy, its gritty reality, erotic high, her humiliation from the use of her body and shame at how she loved it. Being sold for dances and groping hadn't really bothered her that much – it was kind of an extension of the night before at Z'club, but she had been shaken by her "interview" with the manager and seeing the conditions so different from her imagination. She had been scared about what was happening and neither Samuel nor I seemed. They had grown from babies to middle stage adolescents with no concept of love, only anger and hate. For a kid like that making a friend was hard enough, Marsha's behavior had made sure that any friends we accidentally made didn't last.I thought about the contrast with how Sam and Matty had raised their children. Danny and Sarah had learned about love at home, hate was taught out on the street. Even as tortured as Danny was, home was a safe place where he knew he was loved. In this house, home.