I felt like we were sitting at a one-woman play with Karen on stage and the rest of us around small tables watching her.Mike said that Saturday night ...hey feed them, cage them, and beat any slaves in the pillories. “They lock them back up in the morning and then sometimes give them a short break in the middle of the day. Karen is usually so exhausted at the end that she is almost pleasant to be around for a few days. We’ll probably be back here next weekend though,” he shrugged.“I thought the. Michele could just make out the dimmed glow of the policeman’s torch as he returned to her car, as he approached she saw he was shading the light with his other hand. He leaned on the roof of her car and it lurched under his added weight. ‘Look honey, I’ve dealt with your type before ok, you don’t do thirty years on the force without dealing with the occasional trannie now and then. You are in all sorts of problems here, the reading on my little machine there says you’re at least twice the. “What a pretty little whore.” I freeze. It’s not his voice. It’s feminine. There’s a hard edge to it, just like there is to his. I whimper, suddenly frightened and unsure. Her touch is gentler then his, her hands gliding over my back, my shoulders, my ass, down my thighs, everywhere but between my legs. “My husband likes to share. It’s my turn. Have you even been with another woman, whore?” I shake my head frantically, squealing into my gag as she rakes her nails over my already abused ass. I was grinding his cock so hard I could feel every muscle in my body contract and bare down. The muscles in my face and down my neck were even sore as I tensed up and started to cum harder than I ever had before. He moaned louder as I moaned louder. ‘I love you, I love you, I love you,’ I gasped before going silent, overtaken by a gut wrenchingly powerful internal orgasm. I had experienced internal orgasms before, usually my fingers or a toy. This is the first time I had ever cum with a partner.