Remember?I remained motionless, then finally moved one hand from my head to the table.“I remember, James. But you’re thirty years too late.”I ra...sed my head. “Look at me. I’m an old woman.”He looked at me, long and hard.“You’re beautiful.”“I was,” I said. “I was beautiful – once. That photo I sent you? That was me – thirty years ago. I was beautiful then.”The silence dragged on until I said, “You can leave whenever you want, James.”“Not until you let me fuck you silly. You promised.”“Oh, James!. I could tell from the color he was about to cum, and was amazed that he held on. Behind him the crowd cheered as she brought out a long arm length glove. ‘As I force my slaves to do things, it turns me on like nothing else I have experienced. I force them to endure fantasies they didn’t know they had’ She put some lube on the gloved hand and began probing the slave’s ass. As I watched, a few fingers disappeared. She twisted and slowly worked in the rest of her hand continuing to work as his. The feeling of his thing sliding in and out and how full my but felt was causing me to start to moan again even though it still hurt a little. After a few minutes the pain was gone and he started to go faster. I could hear his hips slapping against my butt with each thrust. I arched my but up more to try and take him deeper and who it felt so good as I felt his tip going in so deep.The feeling of his thing sliding in and out of my butt was more than I could take as I started to moan and shack. I turned to him I just had to see it. It was big his boxers was open and I looked up at him as I reached behind me stroked it. It looked so good he was bigger than my country boy had been. Thicker, longer and his tip was red the veins purple, I wanted to taste it. I looked up, he was still looking at my ass. I raised my ass up. We both moaned at the same time. His tip entered my pussy. I pushed back on his cock and he moved back. Pulling me with him, he pulled my tank top off. “Dam I want.