Imagine your worst nightmare.Go ahead, do it.Now, imagine it continuing for twenty-four hours every day, without interruption.Imagine that nightmare c...ntinuing every day of every week for well over five years without a single break.I didn't have to imagine it. I lived it; that was my life. I hated it. It was hell on earth, and that doesn't even begin to describe it.I was the sexual plaything and helpless slave to a misogynistic asshole who had the ability to control minds. Despite the. He and his friend came into my garage as I finished, and he told me he didn't have any cash on him to pay, and then unzipped his jeans and said maybe this would be OK. I'd never done this before, but, for some reason, the idea turned me on more than I ever imagined. Luckily, I still had my kneepads on, so I got down on my knees and started massaging his balls and licking and kissing his cock. He got hard as fast as I did, so I wrapped my lips around his cock and started tonging his cock and. "Then what is she doing in there with those three dirty bums?" I don't know," the middle-aged executive said simply. "Why don't you ask June?"The young husband whirled around and caught sight of the beautiful older woman just as she was about to slip unnoticed back into her office. With a strangled cry of frustration and anger, Henry walked quickly across the deeply-carpeted floor and seized her by the arm, dragging the dark-haired woman back from the doorway and throwing her brutally down onto. Our love had been expressed more than adequatelyalready.Slowly and with a strange sense of loss, we parted and gatheringourselves up, moved toward the big double bed. With a last lingeringhug Shirley went through to the bathroom while I picked up our clothesand bags. I hung our coats and dresses up hoping that the creases woulddrop out by the morning. I took off my panties and stockings but I leftmy bra on, I couldn't bear to lose my breasts just yet, then slippinginto one of the complimentary.