He knew I was a slave, I am sure he knewHe said: “sure that will be $30 for an hour.”I gave him the money and he said “take any room”I walked ...down the hallway to the back, there were 4 rooms, more like cubicles with doors, I chose one in the middle and went in and turned on the light.It was small with a chair, small table with tissues on it a small rubbish bin and a monitor with porn showing on it. I notice 2 holes in the walls one on each side about 6 inches by 5.I took off my coat, slipped. She would not remember the surgery or that they were anything but what they are, real in every way. As for the blonde, she would no longer crave tobacco, no longer would she desire a cigarette and she would easily be able to manage her weight. Both women would remember this night vividly when they woke and would only repeat the acts they were comfortable. Neither would become a lesbian because of this night and no major changes would occur in their lives. They would however enjoy sex much. I resumed my pacing around the house knowing that my wife was getting railed by a behemoth and I didn’t get to play. I got another Skype notification, this time it was of her bent over the bed. I watched as he held his shaft to her opening and began to push in and could hear her moans and see her body trembling as he pushed into her. The camera was held steady as he sped up his rhythm and I could hear her screaming and asking for more.I heard her scream that she was about to cum and with a. It felt so great, what was happening to her. Why did she feel like this would bring her more, but nothing ever happened. Why couldn't she move her hands to where it felt best. She felt the hand rubbing her so smoothly on her pussy, but there needed to be more contact. She felt unsatisfied, yet more excited than she had ever been in her whole life. Her breasts ached so badly, her left hand twisting her nipples so the pleasure and pain were one. She felt the release coming, the end to her sexual.