Yes, Kimberly had chosen her punishment well; she had severed my manhood."Dalia," Kimberly said loudly, rousing me from my self-pity, "look these over...and tell us what you think. Do you like these garters, or should we look at others?"I could tell from her voice that her anger was returning, so I meekly took the garter she handed to me and held it in front of me. My smooth white hand, my bright red nails and the hot pink garters juxtaposed into an explosion of color. My eyes focused upon the. You know, the box thing."She reiterated her offer to Ed and he kindly accepted. In the kitchen a tablet lay on the table in a red leather case. "oh, whilst your here, could you also look at this for me?". "Sure thing Mrs Taylor" Ed returned with more confidence than his actual technical know how could probably back up. "Call me Karen for heaven's sake" she blurted out whilst pouring his tea, "I'm not that old". "Oh, I...I know" he stuttered out not sure if she was joking or offended, "So what's. But the tears still rolled down my cheeks with the humiliation of what they were asking me to say. “Please, please. Fuck me while I suck his cock.” I murmured, looking down at the floor. Mark grabbed me roughly by the jaw with both hands so I was looking at Jimmy. “Tell him properly, tell my friend, what a dirty little slut you are, and how much you want him to fuck you like one.” I sniffed, trying to nod, looking at Jimmy. “Please, I am a dirty little slut.” “And what, little slut?” He said,. She loved having her body sexually assaulted by unknown but generally gentle and caring perpetrators. But she wanted more, needed more, and waited for more. The man caressed the length of her gaping slit with his cock, soaking in her heat and wetness. The woman tried to rock herself against him. He fed his thick long vein engorged tool into her slimy slushy tunnel. The woman’s cunt muscles grasped his rod. He fucked her in deep steady strokes, luxuriating in the sensations fluttering through.