Oh how I enjoyed that day. ——————–, I still cant believe how I became his toy. At least Im his favorite toy. For now that is. I remember...how all of this started. I remember how I fought how I cried how I screamed and begged. All futile now. Ive fallen in over my head and there is no turning back now. But remembering it all kinda helps. It kinda still gives me a small silver lining on the very edges of the clouds. Who am I you ask? Well today I answer to slut, whore, bitch, cunt, or whatever. My nightstand was open.I looked in my room....dildos everywhere, big dildos, the slurped up condom and the small penis note, everyone who came to this room HAD to see these things instantly.had I just forgotten to close? no I hadnt....moaning from the other room `your penis is so big, fuck me fuck meI instantly felt my penis pushing in his cage.so I sat down, took my dildo and wanted to start. BUT WHAT WAS THIS?there was a mark on one of the dildos. It looked like somebody marked my dildo with. It was late afternoon and the sun was behind them. Perfect time for an ambush.Kay was taking a nap in her bedroom, when she was suddenly awakened by gun fire. She leaped out of bed and ran down the hallway toward the living room. There was gunfire, lights, people shouting, it was so confusing. She stopped in her tracks when she heard the back door being opened. She started to turn around and ran back to her bedroom.“Kay, Kay?”“Luca!” she cried out.“I am here Kay.” He ran over to her.“I thought. His clothes fall to the floor so quickly I didn’t even really see him remove them. I lift my hips and he removes my underwear, adding it to the pile on the floor. Sighing loudly as he kisses my neck with such expertise, I forget about what I was doing and was swept up in the moment. His kisses move down my body. Feeling them on my thighs make me release a small moan. I can feel myself becoming incredibly wet and my desire for him is growing. “Oh yes lick me, please.” His teasing is driving.