I was past the screaming stage. My slick lips were by then ovaled in moans of shattering joy. My hips rose to meet my invader. Miriam coached...me in raw whispers. "That's it babe. Take more. Suck it in your pussy. Fuck that big cock, Barb. Fuck it good. Does it make you hot, lover? Does it make you feel good?" "Yes," I gasped. "Oh, yes." "You like to fuck, don't you, honey? You like the way a hard cock feels in your tight cunt. You like being my whore, don't. 5 inches ka louda uske haath me liya or bola “arre wa ye toh mere husband ke lund se tob kaafi bada hai same to same blue film me rehta hai utna bada” then usne use choosna chalu kiya 10 mins tak usne mujhe blowjob diya mera out ho gaya usne woh poora liquid pee liya then usne or 2 3 mins tak choosa or mera again khada hogaya toh usne kaha “chalo real game shuru karte hai” maine kaha ” mai toh kab se ready hu” toh usne kaha “achhha toh kab se mai choos rahi hu tum maje le rahe the tab kyun nahi. They were slaves like us; dressed like us in only electric dog collars. They were two of the women I'd seen circulating through the audience serving drinks and snacks. One appeared to be in her early forties but she's certainly aging well. Her body is perfect. She's very pretty and she obviously hates being a slave.Her assistant is a younger woman, in her early twenties. I was suddenly struck by the fact that all the slaves I've seen here are very sexy and very attractive. These perverts. He walked over to me, but I kept my head down looking at the floor as I figured that's what I should do. He forcefully grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back, clicking on some steel handcuffs tightly to my wrists. I figured this may be my last chance, so I started the negotiation process, or so I thought."Sir, may I please speak?" I timidly asked.He ignored my request as he roughly felt around my body. Spreading my ass cheeks apart and fingering the outside of my hole, pulling on my.