Susan is not so sure. That's what we were arguing about. She has been solacing herself with a toy of hers, you understand, one of those new French thi...gs, made of ivory."I nodded."We thought you might pretend to be our brother, but you are much too large, too tall." I could be a hired hand, a coachman perhaps, or a bodyguard or some such."She shook her head."A friend of your late husband," I suggested. "Another suitor, quite an ardent one, poor but ardent."She laughed and said, "I like that.. She represents my lust and promiscuity. Many times I would find her whispering in my ear, fantasies I never knew I had in the lewdest and erotic ways possible. In my dreams, she occupied my bed. In my mind, she molded my sexuality; my fetishes. Even now I would venture to say she is dominant. On one side she keeps Caleb at bay, dominating him with a whip, leashing him next to her like the rabid dog that he is. On her other side, she is curled up behind Victor, corrupting him, yet. Then most of the way out and all the way in. It seemed she was ready, so I held her and began rocking back and forth. Alternating between short thrusts and deep plunges. Pulling her ass to me or rocking back and forth myself. The tight grip on my cock massaging its length each time."Oh fuck Ted this is amazing. Keep going, keep fucking me. Take my ass. Its yours, fuck me." You amazing ass is so tight. I'm going to fill you. Soon."I increased my thrusts, rocking in, out, in, then holding her. She tried her best to contain herself, but her pussy was telling another story. It was days ago when they had found her weak spots, and now they made her scream every day out of pleasure. As her sweet young sweat and juices were dripping on the floor, two large penises were put in front of her young and beautiful face, tempting her with a pang of sudden hunger.She had forgotten how long it has been since her capture. All she knew that she had been fucked every hour, every day, by many men. They.