David told Margie to take off the coat that she'd worn over her underwear outfit and to prepare her mind for what was about to take place. I could see...that she was tremendously excited, but also, almost trembling with nervousness. "Don't worry," David told her with a smile, "Satan and his Devils are with you." I felt a cold shiver run through my spine, but Margie, on the contrary, seemed to take heart at this statement, and to grow less nervous.Peering through the open doorway, I could just see. He had me on my belly and was trying to push his big cock into my tightly clinched asshole when I squirmed, flipped over, and crushed one of his nuts with my knee. The doctors had to remove it. The next day I was placed in a whorehouse as a two-bit whore. For the price of a quarter, a mere twenty-five cents a guy could fuck my pussy. The men that couldn’t afford a real whore got to fuck me. The madam made me service fifty men a day. She kept the money and gave me some food, let me take a bath,. "Ok, Johnny," the other said. "You can get her to give you a blow job on you or something while I fuck her," he said. He turned his attention to her pretty face then leaned down and lightly pressed his lips on hers. He unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers as he felt the strain of his enlarged dick through them as he was ever so hard and horny. His left hand brought out his large member and with his right hand felt how wet she was. "My, my, for someone who is meant to be terrified, you are. It was quite a cold day so I was well wrapped up in my long fur coat, leather gloves and high, stiletto shoes. I had instructed my slave to wear only shorts and a tee shirt, and to sit at a table outside to await my arrival. Naturally, I kept the slave waiting for some time; waiting for its owner increases the slave’s fear and anticipation of what may happen.When I eventually arrived, I walked passed my slave and dropped a piece of paper detailing what it had to purchase. I sat down at an.