Her name was Gramica; she was in her early fifties I suppose. She was fairly attractive, but had perhaps put on a few pounds in her middle age.She had...a young black stud as her pleasure slave. She talked openly about him. Sex-slaves were not a taboo subject among the rich, elite and powerful of this world, or this city. In fact, they enjoyed flaunting their wealth, often by showing off the beauty of the slaves they could afford.It suited me, as these super-rich elite often bought expensive. A sit down dinner, which meant that most of us could have a glass of wine or a beer with our meals, followed by a disco.But before the disco, the attending hordes required a speech.I stood up, and my Dad tapped his spoon on the side of his glass for silence.“Thank you,” I said, and sat down again.Howls of derision and demands for more greeted that, so I stood up again.“Thank you,” I repeated, “very much.”The howls and shouts started again when I moved to sit down. I remained standing.“What can. Both men fucked me afterwards, one sliding between my legs as he wrapped them around him and the other rolling me on my stomach and sliding his cock up between my legs, while he laid on my ass and pumped me. Another night went by as I was passed from one d**g addict to another in the crack house that I was trapped in. Five or six men took turns fucking me that second night, all of them using me and then getting me high. I hadn't eaten or bathed in two days and besides some water that I had. Jeremy and I had an enthusiastic discussion about the beauty of the crevice of a woman's butt when it is up in the air like that. I do love my wife's shape and it was the first time I had seen her from that angle. I could not fault the view. She would never have posed like that for me. There were definitely advantages to her being someone's bitch.Then things began in earnest. Jeremy took off his jeans and sat back down. He whistled and called Debbie to him like a dog, holding his dick out for.