" I asked before shooting the tequila he had poured out. "Look if i tell you this you cant say a word." He said all serious. "Dude i never say shit. Y...ou know that." I said to him. "Well my man Jackson was a bit of a freak. I mean we would have this rolling from room to room until 1 or 2 in the morning. Then we would all slide into the meetings like nothing ever happened. Best conference hoe we ever had." He said pouring out another round of shots. By now i was really feeling the tequila hitting. He started to beat my ass with his belt. I had already taken so much but this completely broke my spirit. I whimpered as he cemented the pain I felt. When he ordered me to turn around he saw the tears in my eyes. “Oh baby, come here.” He showed some pity taking me into his strong warm arms and stroking my hair. “You understand don’t you? You’re an incredibly sexual woman that has enjoyed being a slut. Now your going to learn how to serve one man and your going to do anything I tell you.. I realized I could smell gasoline, could see a couple of redmetal gas cans sitting open against one wall, and I knew I was in someserious trouble. I tried to scream out for help, but all that camethrough the gag was muffled 'mmmph's' that even I could barely hear.Barring an unlikely rescue, the only way I was getting out of here wasunder my own steam.Twisting and craning my neck, I tried to see exactly what was binding me. At my knees and ankles, a thin, very frayed rope was tied in tight. “Uh-huh,” she moaned as my fingers pumped in and out of hers and her girlfriend’s assholes.It was so hot to fuck my sex slave and finger both girls’ bowels. I jammed my digits into their rectums while plowing my cock hard into Paris’s convulsing snatch. My new sex slave moaned into Aurora’s cunt, her pussy convulsing wildly about my cock.It was like all those denied orgasms, all that pent up frustration from trying to cum again and again for hours, was unleashed in her at once. Her pussy.