"The music playing was the overture to Monteverdi's "L'Orfeo." It boomed loud and resonant, but could not quite drown out the tortured scream from the...machine.I felt a faint quiver in my bowels, down at the very depths of the dildo insertion point. It became a rhythmic wave-like droning pulsation, like the vibration of large engines distantly felt through the hull of a boat. It was shaking me, pulling me apart, and I was riding waves of sheer motion, and every cell of my body overloaded, then. I did as I was told, and I looked like such a dirty bitch on my back with my legs spread showing every part of my wet cunt. Master climbed up on the bed, and started rubbing my clit commenting on how wet I was. "You really love this bitch, don't you?" Yes Master, it feels so good, use me any way you want Master," I begged. "Oh yes slut that's what I want to hear," he said pleased. "I want you to use and abuse me, and make me your personal white slut!," I begged again.Master then slid a finger. Up and down the stiff, rock hard cock. Over his straining abs, and the peaks of his sensitive nipples. Each time he ran down the full length of Ethans body he got a moan, a sensual groan of pleasure. Each one making Bens body tingle and his erection tremble with excitement. The water from the shower poured down over their golden bodies as they slowly rubbed against one another. Ben behind Ethan, his cock pushing up between Ethans round butt cheeks. Bens hands exploring Ethans smooth body, the. She’d see it as a risk that I couldn’t stay faithful to her. And I wondered if it was. I turned onto 53rd Street without a resolution.When I arrived home, I prepared dinner for Elyse and myself and after we ate, I worked on the brothel programs until I had to leave for karate. When I returned home, after a joint shower, I studied German. I let Elyse know I had a date on Friday and would be cooking for Stephie. She said she had a date with Warren, so that would work out. She promised not to be.