You are not a man, you are my whore.”As she told me this, she was breathing heavily as she continued to grind her body against me. Her hands were in...my boxers, holding my hard cock, digging her nails into it.“I have waited so long to make a man my slut, I have waited to stop being the shy mouse that people pass by without noticing. Now I am the dominant one, the one in control, the centre of attention. Now I want you to get back on your knees and crawl back to the kitchen. I hope you remember. He watched as Hannah's fingers grasped the plug in between Maris's buttcheeks, and then Hannah withdrew it."Here serge, hold this," Hannah said as he had walked closer, and heheard Maris's moan as the plug left her hole. Now at Hannah's side sheplaced the warm toy in serge's hand as he watched her push two fingersinto Maris's bottom. Maris was looking at serge as she wiggled on herlover's fingers, and her moans became louder. The nearness of these twowomen was exciting, but serge's penis was. True, she vaguely remembered Elizabeth making some reference to restrictingher possible postures to those of a dog, and of agreeing enthusiastically withher that this would lend authenticity to the experience. But how on Earth hadElizabeth done it? The air was turning colder now as the sun set, and she crawled back into herkennel. Elizabeth wouldn't send a slave to water her that evening; she wouldguess the rain had filled her bowls. It would be tomorrow morning when Maryreceived the next visit. If you fuck two guys at once you can do them both for fifty cents if they don’t want to take turns,” mom said flatly. She told us to charge fifty cents each if they wanted to take turns.The entire idea of giving my body away was bad enough but knowing I had to fuck anyone who had fifty cents was starting to sink in how much more embarrassing that would feel. This clearly wasn’t about getting rich as even in the 1980s a quarter was nothing. I didn’t understand at the time why she wanted to make.