He'd be my slave forever, never getting to touch the woman he loved, but forever witnessing her being my whore.“Fuck!” I snarled, thrusting hard, ...the pleasure surging through me.“Plow her, Daddy,” the twins moaned together.Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw them tribbing each other, Lily on top of Rosie, their big tits pillowed together. They ground their clits together, gasping, moaning, sharing incestuous kisses with each other.“Fuck the slut, Daddy!” groaned Crystal. She stood trembling as. She opened the salad container and almost passed out when she saw the "salad dressing". The cum filled rubber from the night before was placed directly on her salad. With no choice, she carefully squeezed the cum from the rubber on to her salad and hid the rubber in the bottom of the lunch bag. She did her best to act normal and converse with her fellow teachers while she ate her cum covered salad standing in the lunch room. She had to decline offers to sit several times saying her back was. I dropped her off at her apartment. Thus ended our third date. Like our previous dates, it ended with nothing more romantic happening than an extremely enjoyable goodnight kiss, not counting the two love-birds in the corner that is. It seemed like a good start. There had been a lot of communication and I thought I was beginning to know her. I was wrong. Chapter Two - "Ralph" Before I go any further with this little tale, let me tell you more about myself. My name is Bruce Farrell. In. This is how she saw herself. A daemon woman wailing from her cavern, possessed by an unquenchable lust and need to be ravished. The royal whore of Ancient Egypt and Greece. She longed for the divine rain of sperm from the slaves masturbated during the ritual orgies. She was the libertine and wanton Lady who, cloaked by darkness, leaves her palace and goes out to be fucked for hours in the city bordellos. She was the aristocratic lady, dressed in outlandish silk gowns, posed in a doggy position,.