’ He gestured with his head that she had to climb onto the bed and then he locked her hands in metal cuffs that were apparently already lying the...e. Or maybe he had just conjured them up. A god could probably do some magic, right? He pulled on her legs and locked them in some restraints too and then he moved his finger towards her pussy. ‘So lets see how crazy my finger can make you already. That’ll be a good indication of how well you could handle my cock.’ His fingers soft and warm.. ”“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII” Cal shrieked and found himself on his knees. The cattle prod that Gina had touched his butt with to get him to do the enema had been applied to his nuts. Only it felt like it must have a higher setting than the one that had produced a small welt on his ass.“Who am I?” Gina growled at him while the cattle prod filled his vision and an actual spark jumped across the prongs at the business end of the ugly thing.“Mistress Gina,” Cal sobbed out.“Would you really like to go. Finally I was begging my two assailants to hurry up and come in my butt. This seemed to please them, that they had me begging for their dicks. Finally Franklyn took hold of my hips and begin to ram deeper and deeper into me. Soon I felt the rush of his fluids flood my rectum and leaking down my thighs. As soon as Franklyn had pulled from my flooded anal cavity, Paul plunge his solidly rigid cock into my flooded rectum. I almost screamed from the pain of his huge penile glans plowing through my. What went wrong? Why was the blonde woman mad at him? When she came into his office roughly 15 minutes later, he was sitting at his desk working on his laptop. He wore a silver and red tie and white shirt, both splotches of brown on them. When she sat in front of him, there was silence. She could smell the coffee on him across the desk that separated them. From there she also saw his golden wedding band on his left finger. It shone in the sunlight, as did the framed picture of him and the.