Absentmindedly, he opened his fist. One slid haltingly to his crotch. My god, he thought, why am I so hard?“How ... how many times have you ... fuck...d Sam?”Jamie looked up. She wiped the tears from her eyes. She was not frightened anymore. She could save her marriage by being honest. She eyed his crotch. Why is he so hard, she thought?“Just five times, I think!”“There was the time in the kitchen. You almost caught us that time.”“Wait! You are telling me when I was sitting at MY table in MY. And they had been very amenable the last month. When my deputies or I needed relief, we could find it with these friendly women.The dykes all understood what would happen if they resisted me. They would quickly find themselves separated from each other and given to my deputies as sex slaves. I wouldn't mind keeping that fine Lizzy, but that would mean caring for the brat growing in her stomach.I smiled when I saw my sweet Lizzy. She was waddling across the yard, her belly pressing up against. Angela smiled. ‘No problem then. Give them room eleven on the front, compliments of the hotel no extra charge. Greg can have his usual room.’ She emphasised for Mrs. Winton’s sake the word ‘usual’. I was sitting with a cup of tea contemplating the orders to write when there was a knock on the door. It was Angela. I invited her in and lifted the tea pot invitingly. ‘Yes please.’ She sat down and shook her head. ‘Millie pisses me off at times. Don’t get me wrong, Greg. She is a really hard. "He moved his hard cock around until he located the entrance to my vagina and he plunged it all the way in with one violent stroke. He was back to his old self. He dropped down onto me and wrapped his arms around me and nearly suffocated me as he raped me again.I closed my eyes and cried quietly until it was over. My pussy had recovered from the trauma that Jay had caused me yesterday. I had been raped a half a dozen times today. But it had been by men, or boys, with normal sized cocks and.