It hurt some, as he surprised me with his rough approach. Soon, I was bucking against his pounding thrusts, and I was really starting to like the ide... of being his willing sex slave. He kept slapping my ass with one hand, while fucking me wickedly with the dildo in his other hand. I could feel my cheeks getting redder with each slap, and my cock was screaming underneath my body.Apparently, George was getting aroused, even though I didn’t present him with a smelly enough asshole. He pushed. Sometimes it was smooth, other times some how becoming ribbed,vibrating, pulsing with little bumpy nubs, and (just to drive her over theedge of ecstasy) coursing with just enough electricity to make her vaginalmuscles seize. An identical dildo was working over her asshole, synchronizedto perform the exact opposite actions of the pussy dildo. Then there was thevacuum tube that had firm hold of her clitoris. The level of suction was programmedto vary from 'gentle lover' to 'crazed industrial. "What I want you to do is so simple even a moron of a c***d such as you should be able to understand: just lick and suck this until I tell you to stop. If you bite you will get such a hiding you'll wish you were never born. And for once in your worthless life at least pretend to enjoy something." With that he pulled her face into his groin, and she set to work, licking the odd smelling, sweaty skin and then took it in her small mouth and sucked. This brought back memories for him, and soon to. "No," I replied evenly, "Its something for Daddy, a low cut tight mini-dress for me."It was Sam's turn to blush.I smiled mischievously as I left the shop, Sam's handsome red face on my mind. The rest of him wasn't bad either, tall and muscular. My thoughts momentarily turned to my husband. I missed him terribly. I resolved to attack him when he returned from his business trip.My thoughts were interrupted by some hoots and whistles. I was passing in front of the garage next to the repair shop.