My friends call me Lonnie." He smiled and bowed deeply from the waist. "I regret having angered you and will immediately remove my wretched self from ...our presence if that would restore your harmony."She paused, then held up both hands, palms forward. "No need, no need. We've both expressed our feelings, and I find you possess at least the bare rudiments of culture. I do believe I can tolerate your company at least a few moments longer. I'm Jenna Trepper. My friends call me Jen." Jen, pleased. Fletcher thought about the woman upstairs. She couldn’t have done those things. But she had. He didn’t like what they were planning to do to her. It was unspeakable. Maybe it would be better just to expose her, embarrass the company, let the chips fall where they may. His brother Warren had been the one to devise the solution to Sorrel. Warren was forty-seven whereas he, Fletcher, was thirty-five. Warren and Mildred his forty-two year old wife had two children, but their kids were gone, off to. Jake slid his finger inside, relishing the warmth, the constrictive pressure, and the forbidden appeal his father's ass offered his finger. While he wasn't expecting Jake's finger, Roger nevertheless welcomed it with a deep, loud moan. Jake was still learning the art of pleasuring another man, and thus he wasn't entirely sure what he was meant to be searching for (yes, the prostate, but where?) once inside his dad's asshole. Not content to simply leave his finger there while he sucked his dad's. Here's your lesson for this week." He then took the crazy hot glass bowl/pipe and shoved it into my pussy. It burned the inside of my cunt so badly! He kept fucking me with it until my pussy cooled it down. I was crying and promising him I'd never tell him no again.But he then said to the remaining guys in the room "She doesn't learn lessons easily like most slaves do. She's not like a good human slave, she's just a fucking pig. and dumb as one. You all need to beat this shit into her." The.