I clearly am a slut now, thanks to your wish - that much is undeniable with how willing I am to fuck pretty much anyone who asks - but I'd like to sti...l feel a bit of my old self's hatred for it." Well too bad. I wish you loved being a slut anyway."The change was immediate. Katie's wanton behavior before had been enthusiastic, but now she was positively exuberant. "Oh god, I was wrong, this is so much better!" she moaned as she now completely savored every sensation of having that cock filling. I agreed. I showed up to her apartment, her husband and their k**s where outside of building and I recognized her husband as an old boyfriend I met and we could say acquaintance. Crazy enough he was complex landlord, he told the k**s to head in he will meet us inside, that he's finishing up some work and he'll meet us inside for lunch we all went in she showed me around I noticed her mother-in-law cooking and she told us she need to step out and meet us later for lunch. Meanwhile I noticed she. Brent then started rubbing something on my leg. “Do you know what that is?” I said “no sir” Brent continued, “it’s a small flat wood spatula”. With that I felt him remove it then smack, he hit my tight balls with the spatula. I jumped from surprise and the stinging sensation than radiated from my balls throughout my body. The next hit was even harder! I grunted loudly as my body tensed from the painful hit. I lifted up but was restrained by the ropes around my ankles and wrists,. “Yes, of course, it feels like I have a telephone pole in me and, foolishly it’s exactly what I want, damn it Ryan, fuck me, I won’t break.”He held her in the missionary position, his big cock was opening her, her sounds and expressions were delightful, oh, sometimes it seemed she was being hurt and, perhaps she was but it was a pain she’d craved for over forty years, he laid back and pulled her atop, she was riding him Cowgirl, without his weight on her she rode him. Their faces wee only.