I filled her in on the basics of her care so far, but not about some of the very personal interactions.The two of them chatted for a while and then I ...ot a report. Martina told me that her name was Iza and she felt safe with me and wanted me to “keep her”. She been sold by her impoverished parents to a human trafficker, smuggled into the US and men had done what they wanted to her for a while, maybe six months based on the seasons. Martina wanted to talk more with her but didn’t have enough. Now for some additional info.Apparently his wife loves the feel, and the smell of cum, but not so much the taste. She doesn't mind sucking, in fact she loves it, but she just doesn't like the taste.In her work she is in a very powerful position where she gives the orders and runs the show. She is in total command and has to be sensible all the time. So she loves this session as she gets off on being made/directed to suck her 'men'. Because she dislikes the taste of cum, she's learned how to. Sleep was not on her mind then, or now.After a few run-throughs of the ceremony, dinner was on the agenda. There she got re-acquainted with several of Donnie's friends whom she met last year at the graduation party. She also met a few new guys, all of them looked to be football teammates of Donnie's, and only one year removed from being in fabulous condition. All were broad shouldered and obviously buff. Some were gorgeous cute, some lacked model's handsome faces, but all were young, virile. "Do you understand why I did what I did?" He asks me quietly, pushing against me just slightly."Yes Master." I whine in response, straining back against him gently."Ask for forgiveness then, slut." His voice breaks with this sentence. "You won't get fucked until you do." Please Master, please forgive me. It'll never happen again. Please Master?" I beg incoherently as he pushes me onto my back, him above me. He traces the head of his cock around my aroused cunt. "You're forgiven slut." He.