Running her fingers over the indentions of the letters, reminded her of her place and purpose in life.Between his sexual use of her, her maid duties a...d her job, I was able to talk with her less and less. But she still kept in contact with me for ideas on how to improve her slavery and how to better her service to him. I learned that he required her to use his internet to find other bitches for him and also to start whoring herself for him. Apparently he still didn’t feel she was bringing him. We changed into a new change of clothes and I told Hunter I would take yesterday’s dirty clothes down to the river and wash them out. It was then that I noticed a large wet patch in his jocks and obviously the melted down remains of some cum. On coming back I casually mentioned to Hunter “Do you ever masturbate much?” He replied “Sometimes I do Tammy but haven’t done so for a few days now.” “Well, that’s strange; I could swear I found fairly fresh cum in your jocks when I washed them. Then I feel the tip probe my ass. It slides in, pulsing and moving inside me. I cannot believe that I am being fucked even as I am fucking. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the candle growing lower. I realize that I am going to have a rough time getting away.Then I climax. Rational thought dissolves. My cock throbs and my body is gripped by a wave of intense pleasure. It does not stop as a natural orgasm should. The waves of pleasure, originating from both cock and ass, just keep coming.“The. As his eyes got used to the sun once again, he could make out the figure, still standing there motionless. And yet this was no statue, it was a man – a living, breathing human being – that stood before him. He was gaunt and rail thin, his body seemingly malnourished from starvation. His skin had taken on both the color and texture of leather from its long exposure to sun and wind, and his hair grew wild and uncut. A think beard covered his face. He was wearing nothing save for some tattered.