Hefelt like he was awakening from a dream; or waking up after an operation.Lots of hazy memories and fuzzy visuals and, what was worse, his bodyfelt s...re and uncomfortable. As he slowly shook away the cobwebs herealized that he remember getting an invitation to dinner with that newcouple who just bought that house on the hill on the other side of town.His last memory was sitting down to dinner with his wife and 5 othercouples and the hosts. He remembered that they introduced themselves asTed. There's nothing wrong with being gay, he would say. But he's straight.The women, on the other hand, would invariably end up on the giving end of his cock or ass for a weekend, being worn as his sperm sponge or as a cog in his personal toilet slave machine.When he received a fairly typical request from Mindy offering herself to be his toilet slave, he replied that she would be welcome to be a guest in his toilet slave machine for a weekend or so.But when he received her reply, he wasn't sure how. Agent 4 wanted to rethink how he wanted to break this girl. He was sure that his current way wouldn't make this girl talk, he had to find something else to distress her so much that she would break and talk.Agent 7 was still enjoying himself by whipping Sabina. He even didn't ask her questions anymore. He took it for granted that she wouldn't talk, and he kept on striking her back and buttocks with the whip, and sometimes he struck her thighs and other parts of her body. Her back and buttocks. She pushed me away and said "now, it's my turn to be in charge."Smiling I said "Yes, my Mistress" as I assumed the position she liked the most. Me on all fours, ass high up in the air, face in the mattress. Kelly moved over behind me, separated my ass cheeks and said "I see you're still keeping your boipussy just how I like it, shaved and smoothe. Nodding into the mattress I said "Yes My Mistress, I was hoping that you would return some day for me."Kelly had spit on my starfish which instantly.