She stiffened like a board and shook for five minutes in orgasm.Her knees finally buckled and I went to the floor with her, still embedded in her twat... I cradled her limp body, kissing her neck and the soft side of her cheek. I caressed her large nipples.“That was tremendous,” she said. “I’ve never felt so–not violated–but something like that. Not full, more animated than full.”“So fucked,” I offered.“I don’t like it when you use that course language, Shailu,” she said. ‘But yes I suppose. I have a c-cunt; I have an ass-asshole. I-I am ... I am ... oh God..."The first bite of the whip scattered the sweet glow of her orgasm. It seared through her skin, flashing like a shooting star across her mind. A riot of comets followed as the crop kept mercilessly punishing her flesh. It was pain all right, pure and cruel pain. But it also seemed to be a forest of barbed exclamation marks, intended to define a newfound identity.The physical pain made her cry out. There was no way to avoid the. There was a large, common living area, downstairs, but, each of us had our own separate, personal living wing, upstairs, as well. Joyce and I had the master suite, in the northwest corner; Shirley and Derek took the rooms on the south west corner; Brenda took the southeast corner for herself, leaving Emily with the northeast.There was a staff of three hired to perform cleaning and maintenance duties. Karen and Phil Plante, were a long married couple that had been hired to serve as our live in. He positioned himself and placed the head of the beautiful cock on my hole and applied pressure, the head entered my ass, he kept gliding in and stopped at 7 inches. I felt completely full and out of this world. He stayed still for 40- 50 seconds while cupping and pressing my breasts. Then I signaled him to start, started with slow thrusts, taking out the whole length slowly till the head and gliding back in. He was one experienced fucker; the kind of satisfaction he was giving is anyone’s.