She half-opened her eyes and smiled gently. I thought I was going to cumwhen she did that, but I concentrated hard and continued to stroke herthighs. ...hose thighs I'd masturbated over so many times were now in myhands. I knew from her smile she wanted me to carry on but I didn't wantto get too vulgar so continued to stroke gently, very slowly moving myhands to her inner thighs. As I did, she almost imperceptibly moved herlegs apart an inch or two to make room for my hands to slide across. I crave hard cock.??That’s a good idea, yes?? ?Yes, sir. It is,? she said quietly. ?I want to fuck for money.?Her face broke into more tears, but she valiantly struggled on, knowing full well the consequences if she didn’t. ?How will you now sit??She turned to face her smiling husband, looking at him through her one good eye.?Darling?I’ll always sit?oh god?all of the time, even in restaurants or anywhere like that?.I’ll always sit? I’ll always sit with my legs wide open. So then everyone will. " He handed the pitcher to me. We want you to drink that in one go".My eyes widened."If you don't chug it, you will receive a lash on your cunt with my rubber hose for every extra sip you need. And if you spill anything or vomit anything back up... Now start drinking bitch. Let's have a countdown."All the guys started counting down. When they got to "1" I started drinking. I certainly knew the taste of cum but this was different. The smell of it filled my nostrils. And the texture. ”“Yes mistress,” she cooed.“I like that slut. Beg for your mistress’s cock?”“Oh please, fuck me like the new lesbian I am. Pound my tight cunt that you now own.”I moved my cock to the entrance of her vaginal canal; I rubbed the cock around her entrance, teasing her.She begged, “Please shove it in. Fuck me like your other whores.”With that I slid the cock in and began fucking her. I started slow, my hands on her waist. I asked, “How does my cock feel in you dyke?”“So goooood,” she responded.“Is.