They hadn't even asked his name or given theirs. Did it really matter? No, they knew his purpose and so did he. Besides, if his task was relieving ent...re classes of these libidinous ladies, there's no way he'd keep their names straight.“Damn, this slut is well trained! Looks like Gina picked a winner.”“No kidding... Goddamn, his throat is like heaven!”As the sloppy, slick, slapping sounds of dual penetration filled the cool chamber, Drew could hear more female voices approaching. With her vice. .Jane. My friend Marge Sampson referred me to you?, Jane said anxiously.?Very well , be here Saturday at 9am, the old Wilson ranch on Route 231 North.? Jane was just about to ask some questions, when she heard a click. She was quite taken back, and couldn’t believe a business would be so rude to its customers. However, Jane was intrigued, and thought she should go to see what kind of business could operate that way.The end of week went as usual, and Jane awoke a bit later than usual on. "I warn you, baby. It's not my fault if you open up like a pussy." Mike spat on his fingers once more and penetrated the lubed hole deeply."Awe, Mike,... Ouch... ahh fuck... Take it slow, man... I have never been...", grunted Alex in pain."Shh... keep sucking, bitch,... keep sucking, good little girl."Mike held him down with one hand, pumping a finger in Alex's wet fuck hole with the other. The longer this went on, the easier Alex took him. "I love you, Alexandra... You will be the perfect. Not, as you can see, he can do anything about that.”“Never?” I queried.“Never,” Mrs. Sherman-Peters informed me. “He is quite, quite celibate.” I must confess I felt a momentary stab of sympathy. How could a man get himself into such a situation?It was all rather fascinating. “Back to work,” snapped Mrs. Sherman-Peters. The creature sprang to his feet and scuttled away. My God, what an existence! Bianca snapped her fingers and a slave-girl was at her side within seconds. The girl was quivering..