.. only makes grunting a****l sounds. He stinks of brandy. I close my eyes. With luck the horror will be short-lived. Then I am turned over, my hindqu...rters lifted and thighs pulled wide. He rams in his short stubby length. It is relatively short compared with the two Overseers. I am very familiar with it. He fucks rapidly, in a disorganised way, slobbering, grunting piggishly. I am used as a masturbatory object rather than a woman. I am sobbing weakly with pain. Oh those throbbing weals! He is. Dominique truly was a queen, sitting majestically on her slave, seemingly indifferent to his cries. He zoomed in closer to get a better look at her perfect ass spreading wonderfully over her slave's face, ruthlessly smashing him deep into her most intimate parts. It was both the most magnificent and pitiful thing he'd ever seen.He'd never felt lust for a woman like he felt for Dominique, and as he watched her he could feel his darker side overcoming him, tearing down opposing feelings of guilt. Which I need to think up.It was an uneventful drive up to the Boho Woods. Walker, research nerd, had sent me background info on the environs. I read as Felicity drove. “Indigenous people were called Pomo.”“Indians?”“Indians. Hunter-gatherers. Basket weavers.” I read the Wikipedia bumf, “The Pomo Indian cultures are several ethnolinguistic groups that make up a single language family in Northern California.”“Hmm.”“My son can be the single dullest teenager in the country.”“He means. Then Jim looked over at Tom who had continued to rub his cock and shouted, “Jesus Christ! That’s a hell of a fucking hardon!”That didn’t embarrass Tom at all. In fact, he pulled off the towel and gave us all an eyeful of that beautiful cock. I’d guess it was one of those rare cocks that did reach near 8 inches. It had a nice big shiny cut cock head that I still wish I had sucked before I lost track of him. Ron was the only one really somewhat nervous now, being the only guy dressed and not.