”“Fuck no. If the old fart decides to watch, maybe he’ll give me a discount for using this toilet.” He let go of my coat and tugged my panties...over my ass.I looked over the filthy room while he fumbled with his trousers. The sink was red with rust, the toilet brown from having never been brushed. Spiders watched with all eight of their eyes from the corners of the ceiling. A moldy curtain had been bunched to one side of a tiny shower stall.“Call me a nigger.” His voice boomed.Though I doubted. And with that, she drifted off to a sleep filled with dreams of being fucked by a couple of manly Harris studs.The next day the Harrises were all out, so Ana had the house to herself. Tanya was there, and they chatted a bit over coffee, but Ana couldn’t bring herself to tell the cook of her resolution. What if she chickened out and couldn’t go through with it? Eventually, though, Tanya needed to go grocery shopping and begin to prepare dinner, so Ana left her alone. She tried to watch. He whirled me around and, laying on his back, impaled me on his enormous cock. I could see the look in his eyes; the same look Roland had given me, the look of not being able to stop. My balls stung as I was forced to ride him, his claws pressed into my flesh at my waist so I could be lifted up and down. He pressed past my inner opening and buried himself in my intestines even farther than Roland had; I thought I would surely die, but the pain was to ecstatic to refuse. Orgasms quickly. I guess I must have gotten carried away, but it gave me a really intense cum” Amy confessed.“Don’t be sorry,” Ben softly admonished, “or, as a wise old man once said, ‘Live fully, love deeply, and never pass up a good cum’!”“Uncle Ben! That’s not how it goes . . . but I love it anyways!” Amy chided him, then added, “but it doesn’t bother you that I diddled myself while you were in the bed?”“Nope. As a matter of fact, it kind of turns me on. Just thinking of you fingering off has gotten my cock.