I had been wanting him to fuck me, to make me squirt like only a cock can, to unload his own cum into my tight, wet, warmth and watch it drip out, so ...e knew that for at least this one night, I was his filthy little fuck toy whore, and my pussy was his to destroy and worship.He entered me slowly, and immediately the internal structures of my clitoris were like, OH MY GOD, as his head slid up and under the most sensitive part of my body. I gripped the stairs and felt my already impossibly tight. When they got to the checkout she didn’t quite understand how, but her basket and his trolley ended up on the same bill which he paid. When she protested he waved her protests away saying, “You gave me good advice last week, and I’ll let you pay for the coffees if it will ease your conscience.”“But...” she started to protest but once again her dread of attracting attention came to his rescue and she subsided.Once he had collected their coffees, and toasted teacakes at his insistence, again. Katy also called her friend Carol to say that she will be unavailable over the coming weekend as she was popping away for a few days and explained that the girls will be staying with her aunt. Katy has gone away for weekends before to meet up for some sexual fun. Many of those exploits her and Carol have spoke about over coffee or a glass of wine. So at least Carol would not get suspicious with her absence. Many tears passed her eyes not knowing where her daughter’s were and whether they were. It started with two: a slave-master who walked up and down the center row of men with a whip, and a second woman who kept time by thumping on a large drum in front. But soon, additional women joined the scene. They walked down into the gloomy room and selected amongst the men. The whip-lady in charge unshackled the chosen man or sometimes multiple men from the bench. They were then almost dragged upstairs and out of sight.This continued several times more. One woman after another walked into.