It was a large stiff haired bottle-brush! The audience burst into jeers and encouraging clamor,"Yeah, porcupine 'er!" Oh yeah, quill her pussy good!" ...uck her with it! Make 'er scream!" And put one up her ass too!"They began to chant,"Quill-quill-quill-quill-quill... !"I began to shriek hysterically, kicking my legs, tossing my hair, squirming and straining against their grip trying to free myself."Open 'er wider, damnit, OPEN 'ER!" he shouted, touching the awful bristled end to my entrance,. She was so close . . . .Watching Tina's heaving breast globes, William realised that she was fast approaching the point of orgasm and he could hear the slick wet sounds of her fingers as they slid in and out of her sex.Knowing that he did not want her to achieve satisfaction and revelling in the absolute power that he held over the woman, he decided that he would prolong her torment."Stop, do not allow yourself to cum or you will again feel the whip!!!" William ordered.Tina's eyes were just. I wonder, can you remember my real name without looking back? No? Well, my name is Barry.I know that most of you despise me. You keep reading because you want to see how far I will be humiliated before I snap. I know that some of you reading this transfer the ire you feel for your own husbands and heap it onto my shoulders.You guys out there (I know there are some, perhaps the enlightened ones who have read the story so far), don’t be complacent. You may find yourself either caged, displaced. I unbuckle mine and curl into Michaels side. The stewardess–the stupid whore–comes and asks us if wed like any drinks or snacks. No, he says firmly and closes the curtain. I giggle and close my eyes, curling into him some more, thinking that we are actually going to be sleeping when he raises my chin and kisses me hard, his tongue massaging mine in such a way that it makes me moan very quietly. You didnt think wed be actually sleeping did you? he asks as he pushes me back and pushes the arm.