So late Thursday night, after a wild shopping spree on Amazon, I had a veritable library on my kindle describing the nature of D/s relationships.Lucki...ly I'm a fast reader, but even reading into the wee hours of the morning, I had a lot more ground to cover so I called in sick. The crisis of the beginning of the week had been solved, and the only thing remaining was the paperwork, which wouldn't get reviewed until next week at the earliest anyway. Friday turned into a cram session. A very. That’s when Hank came out of one of the stalls with Thor, the Rottweiler, on a leash behind him. “Here’s some desert for you, bitch”. “Oh fuck, they wouldn’t…” was running through my mind but even then, I knew that they would. What was more important was that I would. By now I felt like I was some other person that I didn’t even know, and apparently that person enjoyed being used and raped and licking her own shit off her rapist’s cock. So, when Hank held out Thor’s veiny dog cock in front of. We switch positions to allow me to ride B reverse cowgirl while A stood in front of me and face fucked me. I bounced and thrusted my hips rhythmically and wildly, almost as fast as my heart was pounding. I sucked A’s cock like I needed it more than air, and I felt so good I had the chills and kept wanting to touch my own nipples. B had a particular fascination with my ass. He kept rubbing and fingering it, and I don’t normally do anal play much less anal sex, but I love taboo as I have a fetish. My legs were already spread in anticipation, so she added a bunch of oil, and started rubbing her fingers up and down the outside of my slit, paying special attention to the clit on every stroke. With her fingers fully lubed, she began playing with my clitoris, rubbing it slowly at first, then picking up the pace as my rocking hips clearly indicated my state of arousal. She continued rubbing my boobs with her left hand, while fingering my clit with her right hand, all the time rubbing her stiff.