I have chosen how I want to live my life. I chose to submit. I don't choose when or where. But I did choose to submit in the first place. I guess it c...mes down to degrees. So, does that mean a submissive is more independent than a slave? Is being independent a good thing? What about being 'strong'? Can one be a 'strong' sub or slave? Is that a good thing? These thoughts and more wandered through my mind as my fingers wandered over my skin. I felt the welts again and wondered if I was bruised. I. He pushed her back onto the picnic bench where she sat, legs apart and pulled up, with her lacy knickers dangling off one ankle. Wayne knelt down and then started to tongue her, her hand gripping his hair. I could hear her moaning softly and had a pang off jealousy when I heard her say "You really are the best at doing that!". He was down there for ages greedily slurping at her wet pussy and sucking her clit. It was finally all too much and I heard her say "Come on and fuck me before you make. “Make sure you guys spank his ass and keep feeding him cocks all night!” Devika instructed.The guys followed her instructions and deep-throated James repeatedly. They spanked him routinely and kept his butt cheeks red hot, and throbbing with pain. James was fed 68 cocks that night and guzzled several gallons of cum.It would be a full week before a publicly humiliated James could sit down. Even then, the faint taste of cum remained in his mouth. He licked his lips and thought of all that cum.. ’ She slipped her hand under his apron. ‘Mmmmm! I know what you’re thinking about….’ Jennifer put her hand on my thigh and it burned like a red-hot iron against my skin. ‘Love me, husband,’ she whispered. We both fumbled with the ties to my breechclout until I could push it down my hips and kick it away. I crawled under the blanket with her and we lay side by side, not touching for a few minutes. My mind was in turmoil. We had made love many times before in this world, but never in the other..