She held my hand and we laid there in silence for a few minutes.“Damn, what a night!” She said. “And thank you honey.” “No baby, thank you.�...� I replied.That night we had sex about every two hours until we just couldn’t anymore. I got up about 10 and Lana got up about 11 and we talked at the kitchen table over coffee. She said she was worried I would be mad at her but pleasantly surprised that not only was I not mad but liked it! I assured her that not only did I like it but I was more turned on. You respond in turn with an equally consuming passion. I feel your heated breath on my cheek as it escapes from your mouth in ragged gasps.The kiss is too much now, a contact that cannot be maintained where we are moving in unison, faster now with me moving up and down rubbing up against you. We reach fever pitch of emotions that combine and cause a height of passion that I had never quite felt before.And then, as the culmination of our desire reaches a crescendo, you whisper in rasping. With a warning finger to her blood-red lips she said, "NowI know you are all eager, but be careful of these steps…" With thatadmonition Sandra unlocked the cellar door, turned on the light above the woodensteps, and began the steps downward, under her house. "My very own slave," she proclaimed as the others bunched behind. In themuted light kneeled a chained male dressed only in what looked to be a leatherpunishment hood. "Oh he's got a few miles on him, but he works out every dayand under. "Did anyone fuck you?? he asked with a harsh tone"yes daddy" I answered lowering my headJim didn't have to ask who it was, Jack got up and left. Tom was the last guy left, and looking a bit nervous. "Tell ya what Tom, since your the last guy here who hasn't fucked anyone... fuck Ashley" As Tom looked at me, Jim sent a wink my way. I reached into the waistline of my panties and grabbed my last Injector. Putting it to my hole I lubed myself up, just waiting for Tom to fuck me. Tom stared at me,.