My mouth was now full of what I had craved for so long. Delicious hot creamy cum straight out of a big fat cock. He pulled out of my mouth but I barel... noticed. I was enjoying how good it tasted. I swallowed all of his cum very slowly until my mouth felt strangely empty. He looked at me and said that was the best blow job he had ever had. I just smiled and said thanks.Mark was sitting down now, he looked at me and said it was his turn and he wanted it to be just as hot as what Peter had gotten.. I don?t know why I did, I wanted to stall for time, but proudly displayed my 34C?s to them sticking my chest forward.Here it starts, I thought. The guy in the front seat (who was facing me all this time) reached back and grabbed my tits. He felt them a bit and then squeezed my nipples between his fingers. ?Very nice? he said, ?now lean back, slide your butt forward and spread your legs wide.?So much for my bush hiding anything, I was trimmed bald down between the legs and spreading my legs. Months ago, it would be nothing but fear and anger. But they drove out any feelings but sexual urges. They made me a horny slut. They made me ashamed to be a horny slut. They made my shame a turn on. The more I'm demeaned, the more I love it. I used to be dominant in bed, but they trained me, like Pavlov's dog."You urge to be fucked by anyone who will, anywhere they will," he said. "Not for your own pleasure, but because nothing is more important to you than giving others pleasure." And. Jennifer and she sat down on the rug before the big open fire. The foamy malt beer tasted like nectar to Jennifer. She hadn’t realised just how thirsty she was. She downed half the big tankard in a single swallow wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Rachel laughed and topped up her tankard from the jug. “Jenny I can’t say how grateful I am to you today. You were a heroine in those caves! How can I thank you?”“It was nothing really Rachel. But if you insist upon showing me gratitude then.