“Holy shit that is so fucking hot on you Terry. Fuck me with that cock,” Marie cooed.“Beg me for it bitch,” Terry said in an dominant voice wh...ch surprised me.“Ma'am please fuck my pussy with your cock, I need you to fuck me,” Maire said in her best submission voice. Terry quickly got on the bed.“Hold her legs open,” she commanded me.I grabbed Maries’ ankles and pulled them up close to her head. She was wide open for my lovely wife to penetrate with her silicone cock. I sat over Maire’s face. Like ceramic. Fine blue porcelain.Her head lolled unnaturally as I shifted her, exposing the cord - a black bootlace maybe - cutting into her neck.I don’t know how long I crouched over her, motionless.I know what the official report says, but time had stopped as I stared at her broken doll form with her broken doll face. And those blind, porcelain eyes.A sound called me back to the basement tomb. And a dim yellow light kicked on overhead, near the creaking wooden stairs. I turned toward the. ‘Please?’ She asked and fluttered her eyelashes prettily. Nick chuckled and shook her head. ‘You’re incorrigible, you know that?’ Amy smiled happily and pulled Nick by the hand, leading her into her part of the room. Settling on her bed, she pulled Nick next to her. ‘Alright, what did you want to talk about?’ Nick folded her legs and sat facing Amy. ‘Nothing specific.’ Amy shrugged. Nick rolled her eyes, she knew there was something on Amy’s mind but she also knew she would probably have. That was, until he knelt between my legs, and then I got a good look at him. Dark, obviously, but in a lot better health that the other man, whose name I never did know, he was waving his cock around, like a menacing weapon. It was thick, and about eight-inches long. What my husband would call a ‘pussy-tamer’. I would find out my husband was right.There was no ceremony, no righteous bravado or declarations, or threats. Lawrence simply got down to business. But when he lay on me, I was.