A bottle of wine. Five-hundred dollars. A keycard. It all fit together and pointed to one inescapable conclusion: He thought I was a fucking prostitut...! Just because I have big tits! I cleared his table so angrily I broke the coffee mug when I slammed it into the dish-bin. I could have just kept the money, and god knows I did need it. I could have gone home, drank the whole bottle of wine and passed out… which is what I do most nights anyway, just with much less expensive wine.No. This was a. I don't just mean sexually. I would like to follow your lead. As I said earlier, I loved the fact that you had your way with me on the bedroom floor this morning. It excited me in a way that I hadn't completely accepted before. While I enjoy making love to you, which I don't want to totally stop, some rough sex like that is really great too," Stacey declared, albeit slightly embarrassed by her own statement."I would actually like that too, I must admit. So far, at least, we are compatible. I. Roy took great delight in telling Laura this, knowing she could not and would not resist, but enjoying seeing the knowledge of her forthcoming permanent reduction to a fuck puppet play across her mind. He told her this as he raped her, just before she was about to orgasm, and watched her horror combine with her sexual delight before ejaculating into her cunt himself.The first round of conditoning helped Laura see herself as less than human. Images repeatedly identified women with dogs and. The way it had pushed her lips apart as it slowly stretched her long neglected hole. How good it had felt to have something filling her again as she rammed the green makeshift dildo up her rapidly juicing cunt. She'd spent a better part of the night ridding that slimly satisfying vegetable. Janice could feel her self becoming wet again at the memory."It wasn't so bad, she thought. It was kind of nice now that I come to think of it. The way it squished in and out of me. The slurpy sound my pussy.