Sam gasped, “Oh honey, you are a natural at eating pussy. I love what you are doing! Fuck my cunt Joshua!”He moved behind me as I lifted my ass a ...it, and felt his hard cock slid inside me balls deep. He fucked me with a slow steady rhythm.My heart was pounding so loud I figured the two of them could hear it. With a shaky voice I shrieked, “Ooooh yes, just like that, deeper, harder, fuck it good, Joshua.” I then resumed eating Sam.I slid two then three fingers in her hot twat, finger-fucking. Joan appeared that way, as well.After dinner, the two of us went to a place called Danceland. It was a large room with a live band on the weekends, and we were probably the youngest two people in the place by twenty years. Those of the older set that loved to dance were there in droves. The whole atmosphere was joyful and even a tad romantic.Joan hadn’t expected to dance, but she did pretty well in the sexy heels she’d worn. I promised that we’d give her feet a rest between dances, and I urged. It wasn’t the room I’d been originally bathed in, but this room too contained a bath. My hands and legs were manacled, held fast together with chains.Another slave was watching. He saw me stir and helped me to the bath. It was breathtakingly cold, a welcome balm on the knot of agony in my back and the network of welts on my ass. I was again washed and oils were applied. Then the slave led me back to the slab. I was compliant. I kept my eyes downcast. He placed a blindfold over my eyes, a gag in. It was huge, much bigger than a banana. It was hard to put the condom on it, and much harder to push it into my pussy. I did not have any lubes so I had to spit on it to make it more insertable. First I just put in the tip of it, then I realized I will need more strength to push it deeper so I got on my knees and slowly sat back pushing the cucumber in with the weight of my body. I felt my pussy stretching around the vegetable, I screamed in pain and pleasure. I went up and down, riding the.