Telling me she cant last much longer. She begins to whale out loudly and by this point I dont really care who hears us in that moment. Once again I fe...l her begin to tighten. Her breaths are short and quick. I'm on the brink of cumming myself so I give it to her with every last ounce of energy I have left. Really pummeling her ass for all I'm worth. She lets out one hell of a shreek and her ass grips my cock like a vice and I cant last any longer. Spewing reems of my warm cum deep into her. Assuming that it would lead eventually to a port city, I followed it downstream. After several weeks I was standing on a cliff overlooking what I would later find out was the city of New York. It was 1762, the city was made up of mostly immigrants from England, but there were also many black slaves and other nationalities all trying to make a living. Most were farmers or merchants. I took up the oldest profession. I became a prostitute. It was what I was bred for; to have and enjoy sex; what. You arch your back and the orgasm releases through your body. I leave you and you can hear me lighting a cigarette and drink some wine. You wait and wonder what will come next.“Put your fingers in your bum” I say in almost a whisper. You do it and tentatively puts a finger up.“More” you hear me say. You put two and three fingers and start to stretch it because you know my cock is going in there and preparation is everything when it comes to having enjoyable anal sex.You hear me get up and I. Over the next couple of hours, Lexie was able to correctly identify each new object that Lori inserted into her, until the last one. She’d named the cucumber, the vacuum attachment, the spatula, the shampoo bottle, and the toothpaste tube all with little difficulty. Lori had grown a little frustrated having to be slow and gentle, but she had set the rules of the game, so she kept her word. Lexie’s body was trembling hard after being made to cum so many times, but she admitted to herself that.