With equally high heels as Sarah, the effect would normally be to emphasise her height, her long legs and her magnificent breasts. Instead, what it di... was to put on show, in the most dramatic way imaginable, the welts and bruises of the most thorough beating she had received in the last twelve hours. Rebecca had come through the experience with joy and now knew her role in life and was clearly determined to wear the marks of her transformation with pride. This was not an outfit for a woman who. It was like I had my drill on high. As my ass hole stretched my pleasure started increasing. My mind drifted back again to when Dillion used to fuck me. He always did it hard and fast. I was really enjoying what was happening when the voice whispered, “On your knees and turn around.”I did as instructed and I quickly had a hard cock stuffed down my throat. There was my poop on it but I didn’t care. I was getting the reward I had wanted from my machine, a mouth full of cum. And man did I, this. It felt nicely plump and firm, and I was happy thinking my workouts had had an effect. My sister, working as a personal trainer, had planned a workout program for me and had shown me the exercises, so that I wouldnt Be like the stupid bitches who just take selfies in the dressing room, as she put it. A few years ago I had been flat as a board, and had been afraid Id stay that way if I didnt start doing something about it. Apparently all the hard work put in at the gym had paid off: guys told me. ”“A few actually. I fucked Mary’s ex for a while. Remember him?”“Him!? That..., uh”“I think I wanted him to kill me.”“Jordyn...”“Don’t.” She waved a hand. “It wasn’t your fault. Well, maybe it was. It was our fault but my life and my choice and my responsibility.”“What happened?”“I met another guy. European, funny, charming. I thought he would be like you. It didn’t last. He was intense until he became bored of me.”“Sorry.” Why did I say that? I wasn’t sorry, fuck!“Do you know why I left that.