He was toned, and his stomach was flat. The look didn’t matter much to her. Back in her “glory days”, she would have slept with anyone, even fat...slobs. There was no standard other than for pleasure and a cock.“So the boxers?”Thumbs hooked the band, and he breathed once and then they dropped. A gasp of feignedhorror escaped her lips.“We may have to change our minds about this…”Fear passed over his face, and he just ran from the room. Patrica sprang up like a lioness leaping for her prey. She. "Bill Steelforth and my partner Virginia Johnson" I replied."Name of the slave please!" Stephanie Glenn" I responded, beginning to feel a bit cowed by this officious young woman."We were expecting you a half an hour ago Mr. Steelforth!" We waited while the young security officer typed our names into a computer terminal."We have her file here. It seems her enslavement order from the court is already on file. I will just need you to sign our standard transfer form," she said while shoving a long. And once started she was totally into bringing her bookish body to rampant pleasure level.While she was standing in front of us with one, two, three fingers inside her, her hand rubbing the area around her with each thrust, I had found myself sliding on top of the lovely Avril. She was excited but only wet, my apparently enormous penis still needed to push its way into her. This was the part she found uncomfortable I knew; I was bigger than her body was built for so she needed to stretch open. Caught by surprise, Rose let out a cry of pain.“My goodness,” said The Beast in mock surprise. “I had no idea you were so enthusiastic to have your cunt whipped. Twenty-six strokes is going to leave it black and blue, but it’s your choice.”“No, please!” shouted Rose. “I wasn’t ready, please don’t whip my cunny.”“No please, my lord.” The Beast corrected her. “Three strokes for improper address brings your total to twenty nine.”“Please my lord, please don’t whip my cunny. I’ll do anything. I’m.