Bob stood up, loosened his belt, unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. Then he pulled down his undershorts, his cock slapping heavily aga...nst his stomach as it came free of the waistband. Carol stroked his fleshpole with her panties, breathing a count faster as she watched it pulse in the air. "Nice," she said, "why don't you put these on and see what it does for you?" Bob flushed, but couldn't deny the thrill the words gave him.He sat down and removed his shoes and socks, stepped. Spent, I think with relief, after months and months of mania, I’m finally spent.No sooner had that thought hit me, when the next biological drive announces itself. Hunger. It’s after midday and I am ravenous.Maybe we didn’t get around to dinner last night after all? Ethan whips up a breakfast of champions. Eggs, bacon, fried tomato and hash browns, each in generous helping. I can’t remember anything ever tasting better. We eat in relative silence, aside from the odd appreciative. Bret bought the house from me. I have no place to go back to."Sam thought carefully before choosing just the right words. A smile spread across his face. "Then I guess an advertising agency would be a good place for you to get started?"I could not believe my ears, he was offering me a job. "I could use a photojournalist with your skills." Actually, I just got a job offer with the newspaper. Freelance work. It could turn into a full time position in a couple of months." He seemed almost. Trish then clipped a dog leash that was nailed to the floor, not three feet of length, to 39’s collar. “sit, stay” Trish giggled as she grabbed a tube of lube and a six inch long, three inch thick butt plug. Trish lubed it up sloppily and sparingly and then placed the tip at her slaves anus. “Have you ever been fucked here?” “No ma’am, I’m a virgin.” “Oh… have you ever sucked a cock? Or fucked in your vagina?” “No ma’am, and your’s was the first cunt I’ve tasted.” Trisha slapped her slaves face.