This actually broke me mentally and I want to not just be a whore but property. Not just property of a normal person but freaks. Either pimps, dope bo...s or groups. I love when men are partying and using me. They are freakier and don’t care about my satisfaction. That is the biggest turn on is I am just their cock holes. Since cocaine makes men limp I sought out tweekers as I don’t want to mess with needles and asked for a group of tweekers with a place to get spun for a couple of days. I would. Okay, I wasn't quite Lord Greystoke. I wasn't British, I'm not noble, and I was both unarmed and unclothed. Tarzan wore a loincloth to demonstrate his superiority to beasts. When interacting with my menagerie I was routinely nude—call it slumming if you will, but the animals appreciated it. I was also physically perfect courtesy of nanites and regular trips to the medtube. I was a trained and experienced warrior with cat-quick reflexes. Spots was basically still a wild jaguar. Svetlana had been. " I can figure out what you mean." Cleo laughed. "You know, he's a good guy, you could do worse." No" I frowned. "No way I'm ready to do that. I mean all of this..." I waved my hand at my room. "It's just ... just ... fun. Right?" It's whatever you want to make of it. You ARE in control of your own life you know." Odd. It doesn't feel that way here. I mean it seems things are snow balling and out of control. Like last night." I snapped my fingers. "a simple dinner lead to ... to ... an orgy.". I put my right hand back on Raine's ankle and held her leg in place with my arm as I nailed her. Around that time too, Raine reached up with right hand and pulled on my tie, begging, "Fuck me harder!" I'd never heard my boss use such foul language before, but I did as I was told.When Raine released my tie, I let go of her and reluctantly pulled out of her. It wasn't for long, though, as Raine simply hopped down, turned around and bent over her desk, just as I had been hoping she’d do. I looked.