Maybe not ever.”“What?! Why?”“Because you aren’t taking your own damned advice!”“But I want it.”“Yes, you do. But you can’t have i....”“What do I have to do?” she asked.“Go fix your relationship with Pete. Start there. Call him. Apologize. Do whatever it takes.”“I can’t do that.”“Why not?”“He’s seeing someone.”“Oh hell, Melanie! What a mess.”“I know. I ruined everything. And now even you won’t have sex with me.”“You’re right. Go call Pete. Fix it. The man loves you. He can’t have been seeing. It was so fucking hot and he was so huge!. He was so hard again and he was pumping his cock deep into me. He kept pushing himself deeper and harder into me. It wasn't long when I felt a vaginal intense orgasm, with his cock buried in my anus. That was my third orgasm of the night. Travis tensed on my back when he noticed I had cum and suddenly he exploded inside my body, filling my tight anus with his hot semen. We then collapsed again on the bed.When I recovered some energy I slipped to the. The same fans who now own his body. All of it. Forever.He remembers the team kit, the camaraderie with his team mates. The feeling of being a pampered star and an idol to the fans. How he yearns for a return to such freedom, as he stands stark naked, his abused arse twitching as it is free from its plug until this evening. Forbidden to speak, now owned property and the property of his club.Slave number 3 used to be called Tommy. Now it seems absurd to think of having a name. He isn’t. Yui, reclining on the bed, checking herself in the large monitor behind the computer, accepted Mrs. A into the session, and they were soon introducing themselves politely.Mrs. A was indeed married, to a high level businessman who was rarely home, and naturally she was lonely. Lonely for the company of women, rather than men, as she put it. Her regular online sessions with Sana had only recently become regular, and she was now gaining confidence in her own sexuality, and eager to play with.