. .When I finally hit bottom in Evelyn’s incredibly tight ass, a little moan escaped her lips. The others definitely would have heard it if Anne had...’t been yacking away to cover such sounds. As I slowly started pumping Evelyn’s ass, she moved her free hand back to her pussy and started rubbing her own clit. I kept increasing the pace and within a minute or so I was going as fast as I could while keeping quiet. About that time I felt Evelyn starting to tremble, and I knew she was beginning to. Some were bent forward across a table with their legs spread, or on their backs, also with leg spread. Some hung from the ceiling in chains, their asses sticking out so their holes could be used. Some hung horizontally, chains attached to their limbs as well as going under their backs. Their legs were open and their head hung back, all holes ready.The newest girls, those who knew nothing and were worth less, were the ones bound to the machines and devices, or those bound in place next to the. "No matter how it turns out, Brenda will still be your main focus, Emily. You have to be able to accept that you won't always be Brenda's main focus. I think it would be healthier for you and me, if we allowed Joyce to be Brenda's main focus. We wouldn't always have to be competing, and we both know that Brenda's real main focus will always be Brenda." What about Shirley?" Same thing for Shirley, as it is for Brenda, but for a different set of reasons. Shirley needs Joyce's stability, just like. God or nature,Take your pick,Must have thoughtA million years or soBefore decidingWhere to placeThe buttocksSo as to transformTorso into thighs,Thighs into backAnd belly;We can only wonder howMany millennia HeOr it spent in fixingThe location of women'sBouncing breasts.There is something about a pairOf buttocks, sleek and full and round,That begs for punishment.In a cruel world such as ours,Beauty is as much or moreA liability as it is an asset.Woe be she who is callipygian,For she shall be.