Beneath me Shanti struggled uselessly against the agony of my sudden forced entry. Though she tried desperately to push my penis out by flexing the mu...cles within her straining pussy, each throb of her vaginal muscles plowed my ravaging penis even deeper into her wide-split cuntal passage. She could feel my huge sperm-laden balls lying down against the tiny, softly-flexing lips of her rectum as I lay buried deep up inside her futilely-straining belly. There was not one ridge or vein on the. Being the curious type I opened a few boxes the firstcouple had cutlery and dishes and another had a collection of householdornaments and photo albums. I picked up one of the albums flickingthrough it I saw pictures of George and Grace, she had been anattractive girl about my height but with blonde hair cut shorter thanthe average female maybe but still her feminine charms shone through.Continuing my search I opened one of the crates and stepped back insidewas all lot's of her clothes. George. It has no relevance to anything, any longer. Realistically it’s where you are now that I find so interesting and so puzzling. I can so easily understand that you got yourself in the tizzy yesterday. You are still young and I believe the experience of being a slave will be good for you. It helps stimulate thinking. Half a day may not be enough in your case.“Yet in so many situations you have shown judgment and created solutions, where others could not. Today I had a long series of discussions. I really did not want to talk much about what had just happened, so I was slightly relieved that Gary was not lurking about. I suspected he needed some distance too. I believed we were both afraid to try to talk about it, fearful that if we looked at this too closely, one of us would decide we needed to stop, retreat, and atone for our sins, etc.I put on my normal sleeping attire: a t-shirt over my panties, and donned my robe as I typically would. However, this was only 9:00 p.m. on Saturday.