Her body twitched.Her perfect breasts rose and fell for the last time.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I stumbled through the harbor, bleeding, in pain. B...ood coated my side, weighed down my sari. I didn't care. Nothing mattered. I was queen, and I didn't want to sit the throne. Why? What was the point? I was so empty inside.I loved her so much. I thought she had grown to love me back. I could still remember stumbling across her in the slave pens, seeing the strength in her eyes as she sat with the. She guided the tip to the lips of her swollen pussy mound. She held my meat in her opening, moving it back and forth along her slit and across her clit. She finally let go and sank down on my shaft. I watched it slowly disappear into her body until it was stuffed all the way up her cunt.She held me deep inside her belly, moving slowly back and forth and using her well trained pussy muscles to squeeze my cock. She finally lifted up my length until the tip of my cock was barely inside her pussy,. I wasn’t even sure how to respond. Instead of leaning into what didn’t happen, I asked if everyone was okay, and about the fire. There was a big accident out on the highway leading away from town and they had been called to help respond. Three fatalities - sad. I just replied, “Yes it is.” It was a rare weekend - no charters scheduled on Saturday - so the fellas could head in and open the shop. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the two of them getting reading, banging about. The ropes around her wrists and her neck, the long curve of her body in the corset, the way her ass moved, the trace of baby fat wiggling obscenely as he pounded her. Her eyes staring at herself as she lay there, bound to the stool, O open in front of her.Thwak, another stinging slap on her ass. “Read, keep reading. Don’t be looking in the mirror.He yielded to a second. She read aloud, her voice becoming increasingly strained. The third wanted to force his way into the narrower passage and,.