She had some resemblance to a cousin of mine. Maybe his is what I would have looked like if I had been a girl.I wondered if this was just some kind o... illusion. The rack on my chest felt real. I could feel their weight. I brought my hands up to feel them and decided that it this was an illusion then it included touching as well as sight. I had my first chance to feel up some tits and I went to it, examining their feel and finally playing with the nipples. The nipples got hard and stuck out. ........................................................................I was dragged down the cold steel steps into the dimly lit basement by the leash on my collar, my Mistress Chrissy was going to punish me and punish me good for having disappointed her and my former slave Donna.I was getting very used to the basement now, as she had turned it into my dungeon, the place she uses to keep me and punish me accordingly.It was only lit up by candlelight, any other night and it would have seemed. I could tell he was starting to not care about appearing to be straight. He looked me in the face and eyes while he rammed his dick up my ass and started talking dirty back to me. “yeah….yeah you like that eh? Take it. Take my cock” he said quietly“yes give it to me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!” I could barely handle it anymore, I took my own dick in my right hand and started to jack off, within a minute I felt the cum rise up in my balls. “keep pounding me im gonna cum!” I said almost pleadinglyHe sped. Zaim went on, "There were 359 riders targeting Level-3, 343 riders for Level-4, fifteen for Level-5, one for Level-6, and of course you for Level-14."It took me a second to realize Zaim's point. "The Holy!" I whispered. "Half sir?!" One over! More than half the riders this year targeted above Level-3. This shatters the previous record of 42%." Zaim paused for a moment. "A total of 131 passed yesterday's ride, you, 123 of the riders targeting Level-3, and seven of the riders targeting Level-4..