He came quickly and I cleaned him up as best I could with my tongue, teasing him as he kept leaking more cum. I went to the bathroom to get some tissu...s. He was already dressed. “Katie, you wait here for some friends to join you. Look after them.” He smiled Then he hit me hard across the back of my head. “you owe me bitch,” don’t forget That smack spoke volumes about my powerlessness.I put the tv on while I waited and finished my drink. I helped myself to some fizz and lay on the bed trying to. Frankie groaned.Mindful of the time, I programmed myself to last precisely fifteenminutes before I experienced orgasm. Then, I began to pummel Frankie--sexually, not physically--driving my erection deep into her bowels,withdrawing eight to ten inches on each backstroke, and plunging againinto her deep tunnel of love, until I was, once more, however momentarilyand briefly, lodged completely inside her rectum.Her buttocks bounced before my repeated onslaughts, now flattening, nowrebounding, as I. So close to losing control.The tv series ends. I must end this too. I’m pulling myself together and slide her off my lap, gently to the side. I’m looking at the big wet stain on my track pants, my dick pushing against it making a tent. I’m covering it up immediately with the blanket. A few moments pass. “Honey?” No reply. I’m shaking her shoulder gently. She’s opening her eyes a little. “Darling. The show’s over. You have fallen asleep.” “Sorry Frank, I was so comfortable. It was so lovely. And we will not hesitate to use it."The evil man stated, "Oh goodie, she can feel what I felt." Then he ordered, "Pull the cart, little ass."Tears trickled down my cheeks as I began to pull the cart. It was even worse when little children came out and teased me. One of them threw a stone at me but thank God Mira caught it and threw it back at the little street boy. I tried to laugh when it knocked his ass out, but the tape kept me from it. Will this ordeal never end?I finally heard, "Ass, you.