She had told me she had only been fucked by her husband although her pussy lips showed to have been used and stretched good by a thick cock. In time I...learned it was cocks! She fucked Jay all weekend while she visited with friends. They all went out together and he fucked her back at his place and then dropped her off to sl**p at her friends house. She even pushed her return flight to spend more time fucking Jay. Upon her flight home, I watched her as she jumped in the shower. She told me that. Over and over Marsha did this to me until I lost count of the times my relief was denied. My body shuddered and was covered in sweat, my muscles screamed in exhaustion as she pushed me further and further until the pain and pleasure merged into a sea of sensation that was mind numbing in its intensity. I have no idea how long this endured but I eventually became aware again when I heard Marsha say ‘good girl’ as she removed the blindfold. My body responded with a hunger for her praise that. I didn’t want to continue this torture. But what option did I have?When it did happen, it happened all of a sudden. No sane man would do what I did in this story. And yet I don’t regret it.Two weeks later, I woke up to slaps and her sitting on my chest without a piece of cloth on her body. That was how she had decided to wake me.She: Strip and get on all fours like a dog.Me: Yes, Mistress.She: Do you remember on the first day I told you that I wanted to see how far it will go? Today, I am going. He also kept looking at Dad holding the shotgun on him.Last night before I zipped up the body bags and threw them in the dumpster, I checked the pockets. The only thing I found was prayer beads which I handed to them with breakfast.The other prisoner was the same way. I chained the doors again and we left. The doc was coming at 1800 to do the interrogations with me.When I got home, the girls and I went to the office. I had a firm limit of one hour desk work then I was going to spend the rest of.