"You guess you can do that?" Tracy said. "Look at me Greg." Her toneseemed a bit more firm than usual.I forced myself to look at her and she continued..., "if we wanted to put alabel on our relationship, Greg, we'd have to say that you're my bitch." Your bitch?" I said."Honestly, Greg?" Tracy said."Yeah, I guess that's true," I said, not wanting to challenge Tracy."The thing is Greg, you're my bitch not only because I want you to be mybitch, but also because you want to be my bitch, isn't that. If it,s a male you,ll now be licking away precum from his cock and running your tongue up and down the shaft or gently sucking his balls. How long to bring your partner depends on how good you are with fingers and tongue, but don,t leave it too long as that can annoy your partner. You should time it to their greatest pleasure so you can enjoy their climax as well. You,ll liable to get loads of juices to swallow from a female, but you should be used to that by now any way if you regularly eat. I might have smiled at that mental image if I weren’t on the brink of tears again.Seemingly harder and deeper with each thrust, I realize the one sitting on my arm is also the one with his hands on the cue as he stands to get more leverage. The joy of freedom is short-lived, quickly over-ridden by the excruciating pain and pressure of what feels like my asshole being torn apart. A finger wipes the tears from my eyes, not in the sweet way you might see in the movies, but rather in a hard, rough. Glancing at the waiting dildo, I decided I would need it.It was after 4 A.M. I was sore as a bride on her wedding night. The virgin bride of Lexington Steele, the porn star. I could barely move. I'd be so sore in the morning.I was in bed, having finally given in to the need to rest. I was on my tummy with my new 9" fella up my behind, and the vibrator purring happily inside my vagina. My arms were limp at my sides and my face turned to the window. It was still covered by the thermal blanket, so.