“Alright slut boy, let's play a game!” she said between forceful fucks into his gripping man-cunt. “The game is called: How thirsty are you?!? I...m going to cum, either in your ass or your mouth. Which one is up to you, but if you want it in your mouth, there are conditions.”“Yes, Mistress!” he replied in a weak, raspy voice. The leather collar was tight around his throat.“If you wish to drink my essence, you will report to my office after lunch for thirty lashes with the whip! You will crawl on. “They really are delightful girls. What’s gone on has been unfortunate.”“Events have evolved this past week. I’d say my understanding of events downgrades them from unfortunate to ghastly. I don’t know if the girls talked to you about it, but I updated Dr. Spencer when I became aware of what had happened.”She nodded. “Lana and Becky called me after you brought up the issue of how the drugs were paid for. I’ve also heard that you’re paying for HIV tests and abortions for all.”“That makes it. (To get me up, dressed and prepare breakfast. Cook and prepare tea. Put me to bed.) The younger one works four days a week, has two very, very young girls and is married, but her husband is away a lot. Like a lot, a lot. About six weeks at a time. Then home for three or four. (For example, he went away early December and came back in the middle of January. Then left again in early February, missing his youngest daughter's second birthday by two days, and missing the eldest daughter's fourth. Ross could feel his ass tighten around the invading digit and was surprised it was not at all painful or unpleasant… “Fuck me sis… finger my bum hole” Ross was self-conscious saying those words to his younger sister… but the sensations he was experiencing far outweighed his embarrassment. Cathy slowly started to push her small finger deeper… she could feel the slimy walls as her digit slid in… much tighter than her young friend’s asshole… but then again Ross had popped Vicky’s anal cherry with.