Yours?" Cole? What? Who the fuck is Cole? And That's all I basically remember from that night. I got too drunk I guess. When I looked through my texts...I saw a new contact labeled "Frankie" and a message that said:"Hey gorgeous. Come over my house this Thursday night." with his address. I can't believe it. We texted all week with anticipation of Thursday. And maybe we sexted a little bit too. Cole was the last thing on my mind. It was now Thursday afternoon, so I started to get ready. I took a. After a short walk, they arrived at an unmarked steel door. "This is the back entrance to their office, goes directly into the control room," Miller said, turning the knob. "Locked, I told them to leave it open for us. Juan, you still have that pass key they gave us?" Sure," he said, unlocking the door.Stepping into the dark room, the first thing they saw was a large screen showing the action that took place in the ice rink. It appeared that between eighty and a hundred people were involved in. Why don't you fuck me and mix yours in me with his? Maybe we'll get lucky and Sandy won't be the only woman you impregnate this weekend."He smiled down at me, continuing to move his fingers in my pussy, making my hips roll and hunch. A determined look on his face, he brought his lips to my ear as I began to surrender to his finger's insistent action. I was quite willing to cum for him on them."You know I'd like nothing better than to fill your womb with our baby, Myra and watch you swell with. This slave is a particularly enticing morsel.”Angela dragged Joyce to the edge of the stage.“Look at this body, it’s trembling with need, the need to be taken and used by a strong man or woman. Notice her breasts, how the nipples are standing at attention, begging for teeth to tease them with pain and pleasure.”Angela pulled back on the leash, thrusting Joyce’s breasts out. The spotlight focused on her tits, a sheen of sweat glistening in the bright light. Joyce’s hands came up, instinctively.