His tongue kept working her nipples, licking and teasing it expertly and she kept rubbing her pelvis against her knee even harder. Very familiar feeli...gs were rising in the pit of her deep core, when she heard the door knob turn making her explode with sensations of many varied kinds. Martha knew, someone was at the door and she should stop but she just could not. Her body shuddered and Sir Scarva supported her weight.“Ride my knee, baby”. He growled on his tit, still in his mouth. She. But... nothing."Sorry if I scared you babe... I mean Rae," Kyle didn't automaticallyrespond as he was accustomed to."Umm, it's okay." I came by because I wanted to talk about our relationship." Relationship?" Kyle responded quickly and sarcastically. He wanted toshout at him. He wanted to tell him to change him back, that this wasfucked up, that he was Kyle, not his stupid fucktoy Rae. But all thosewords caught in his mouth.So I still can't talk about my past self then. What could he say. I would be ordered to stand up with my legs apart so they could take turns kicking and kneeing me in the balls, they could tell I liked it as I would usually get an erection as they howled with laughter. Sometimes Mark would come round with his friends and their wives and partners to enjoy the spectacle of me being ball-busted. Sometimes my little bedsit room was full with up to 15 people enjoying me being kicked and kneed in the groin, spat at, laughed at, punched in the face. During one. I discovered I could overhear the kitchen conversation clearly in the bathroom. I found this rather amusing. Her I am looking at porn, whacking off, and I can hear my mom and friend talking all kinds of subjects.They often talked about their ex-husbands. The good the bad and the ugly. Some time the conversation would center around their married sex life. Everything from frequency, strange habits, even penis size.Particularly they talked about the “lack of’”. One particular day they were.