”He smiles. “And which is your true self? The warrior or my anal bitch?”I make eye contact with him. “I am your anal bitch. I never want to be...anything else.”“You should be thanking me for allowing you to achieve your true purpose.”I feel my head lowering, and soon, I'm bowing down to Byron Bolvek, naked on the cold floor. “Thank you, Master. I hope I will be a worthy slave.”There's a drop of cum on the floor in front of me. I touch my tongue to it and lick it up. Can't waste my master's. She became more and more aware of the warmth growing between her legs. She thought of all the things he wanted her to do, the instructions he had sent her, and felt herself growing wetter and wetter as she imagined following them through and the possibilities that lay ahead this weekend. The noise of the engine had now disappeared from her mind, replaced by the humming vibration of the seat passing through her.She imagined meeting him at the airport, without any knickers on, wearing the cap. He. I kissed him back, thinking about my boundaries. Would I be okay with fucking Brad in a room full of couples sharing their spouses? I decided if it was just me and Brad, it would probably be okay. As we kissed, he began to undo my dress. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw that several other people were getting naked already. He dropped my dress to the floor and I stood there in my bra and panties. Continuing to kiss me, Brad removed his belt and dropped his shorts, using his hands on. Kristen realized she was only a floor-show for these animals. Her shame increased with that realization. The onlookers were all jerking off or impatiently waiting for their turns. A live sex game show, Kristen could hear him, like an announcer.“Rastus come on down, you da next contestant on Demolish da Trixie ... Keyon gets ready, mutherfucker, you are up soon. Remember the prize is a white cunt. So, destroy her, right good.”Now the ass rape began in earnest. Her assailant withdrew his dick.