I knew I had to do whatever the next few hours brought in the hope that I’d please him to make me number one. I took a deep breath and nodded to him... With that, he walked over to the bell that hung beside the bar and rang it, ‘power hour begins!’The men started to drink. I wasn’t sure what it was exactly that I was supposed to do. The guys were chatting amongst themselves and seemed completely relaxed. Did my Master want me to go over and flirt with them, or wait until they called me? I decided. "Don't stop! Harder, please! Do it as hard as you can!"For all I knew at the time, nipples were like buttons and the harder you squeezed them, the faster a woman would cum. I found out with subsequent girlfriends that this wasn't the case, but at the time I did as requested and clamped down on her brutalized nips as hard as I could and gave them little twists, tugging on them like I was trying to pull them off!I came inside her in that moment, while watching my first truly deep and exhausted. In pretty much any other context, her firm yet supple C-cup breasts would have considered an asset, and the combination of her petite but perky build and her gorgeous flaming red hair would have made her desirable to pretty much anyone in the room, but as it stood, for Kara her body was more of a hindrance than a help, as the additional weight caused her to tremble ever so slightly as she fought to keep her balance in her attempt to imitate a swan's posture.Kara had started ballet-dancing at a. ”“Eighteen minutes and counting. Doesn’t sound bad at all. My butt is sorer from sitting here than it is from the sodomy,” Bethany told him as she drove (they also took turns driving).“Larry really pounded your ass good, didn’t he?” Bill laughed at that part. “That he did, but I hear that your bottom got some use as well,” Bethany teased him back.“Sweet Jesus, it did! Chelsea slammed it rather hard, but I didn’t mind. It felt great, being reverse gang-banged like that. She was in my asshole, I.