I sat at its center, arms draped languidly across the thick armrests and fixed her with a dark glare. She hadn’t a clue. “Then you are a fool. You...would banish yourself, never to see the sun again in your eternal life. To subsist off the blood of others like a pathetic leech. And to serve a master’s beck and call.” “I would serve you. I would do anything. Anything.” “Believe me, child, when I say, oh yes indeed, you would do anything. Anything I desired. As I served my master before she went. Whatever the reason, it felt wonderful as soon as he put that thing in me.Kenny got pictures of his cock sinking into me and then more as he picked me up without taking his cock out of me and began fucking me standing up. We were directed through several more positions while Kenny went crazy with that fucking camera. He must have taken well over a hundred obscene photographs of us. Then he turned Gordy loose and told him to fuck the shit out of me. Those were his exact words.There were more. The sit when she bent away from me wasn’t bad either. Her black trousers were tight around a tight round ass. It all became too much as I felt my cock grow harder and harder in my boxers. Glancing around, I saw I was hidden from sight by the bookshelf, with only my head sticking up over the top. Slowly, I eased the zipper down on my jeans, and let my cock get some air. I was rock hard, and as I slowly started to toss my cock off I had to supress a gasp of relief. Not daring to go to fast, I. It took about 3 months but he finally managed to get his whole hand into her. About a year later she could take his fist with ease - her bottom hole being permanently stretched could swallow a hand with just a little spit for lubrication. The unfortunate event of him dumping her kind of hijacked her daily training regime. She had everything inserted into her which she could possibly find so it was time for her to move on, to look for more.As usual on Sunday mornings she was reading a newspaper.