“It has to be sad,” she said, “Otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”She raised both her hands to her shoulders in a gesture to take in the whole se...dy bar we were in.I frowned and stared into her eyes.“I don’t think you’re being honest,” I said, “In fact, I think you’re deliberately trying to sound pathetic.”Her gaze hardened and she took another drag, this one not so lazy or relaxed.“What do you know about it?” she snapped, “Have you ever met a nymphomaniac before?”“I don’t know,” I said and sipped. 'I wondered where you were sissy.' Said Mistress Jen. 'I see you've met Jamal.' 'Hey Jen,' He said, Thrusting once and pulling out, 'I just had to test her out. She's proper whipped huh?' Jen laughed, 'Yeah. A real sissy slut.' Aroused, but humiliated, I went to fasten my zipper up. 'Leave it sissy,' Ordered Mistress Jen. 'C'mon Jamal, let's get a drink.'Music was playing when I brought the drinks in, Mistress was sat on Jamal's lap and he had his hand resting on her cunt. The doorbell sounded,. Then I inserted the second forefinger and spread her ass-hole slowly and carefully, till Nelly groaned. “Now, I come with my cock,” I announced.“I await him.”I applied my glans on her ass-hole and began to push. Slowly my glans went in. I saw how the rosette of her arshole was coming up the glans. Nelly groaned.“Is it painful?” I asked and stopped pressing.“Go on,” she moaned, “please, go on! It feels good.”Carefully I pressed again. “Go on!” she mumbled.I pressed. Slowly the rosette enlarged. It was just about then that I heard a low rumble. I tried to identify what it was. When I heard the squeal of tires outside, I figured it out real quick. On the way up to the front of the house, we had passed a four-car garage. The noise was that of a garage door opening. I spun around just in time to see what looked like a dozen young girls piled into two black SUV's tearing down the driveway. It was too far away for a shot at the tires and I didn't want to risk the lives of the girls by.