After, I started to lick the nipples. I could tell she liked it.”Uh….. Come on baby keep going.”I looked at her and said”What do you say we pu... a hot dog in the middle of these buns.”I am all ours now”She sat down and I put my dick in the middle of those coconuts like boobs. I went up and down on it and occasionally she would start to lick my cock which felt heavenly.I then took off her skirt below. She was wearing a matching white panty. I stripped that and got a look at her pussy. It wasn’t. “A question, though: aren’t we eating anything else with the steak? I should’ve offered to make something.”“Real men don’t need anything other than cattle and booze, Luke.”“If I had a cardiologist, I think he’d disagree with you.”“I do have one, and she does and has. Many times. I actually had to put her on the phone with Sev one time, just to prove that I usually eat with admirable restraint, though I’m not sure my liver doctor shares her rosy assessment of my consumption. Anyway, why don’t we. They humiliated me while I sucked and licked his cock and balls, pleasing this old man in front of his wife. I loved it. Get up here boy he said as he grabbed me and forced me on the bed. He fingered me until he could fit three fingers in with ease. Then I felt his cock head press against my hole. Fuck that boy hard like the little slut he is the wife said as she saw her husband’s cock slide in me. They humiliated me some more as I was getting fucked. Slut boy, faggot, boy toy, you love cock in. She trusted me. She was so used to forcing other bodies to submit to her will, there seemed nothing surprising about my instant command of her. Her skin was warm and soft to my touch. The muscles rippled, resisted, then parted for my fingers. I felt her loosen and yield to me. She sank still lower, presenting her neck to my mercy. How far could I push her? I ran my fingers down over her spine, stroking out each nobbly bone. She didn't resist me: she barely seemed aware of me. I ran my hands.