He was at first made to think that this was still some choreographed game. The women had also drugged him to maintain an air of non-anxiety within his... mind; he could not quite remember who had applied the chloroform, though he was sure it had something to do with his past. It was therefore of no consequence to him when he was invited to service the mature headmistress whilst a tethered male looked on. He had nothing but contempt for the individual who was led on all fours by a huge black woman. Sure, they did fuck for three days, only stopping for food, bathroom breaks, and sleep. What the woman never knew was that she was under the effect of various drugs that made her not notice the big helmet-like thing around her head or any of the wires connected to pads around her pussy. After the third day, going the last part of the day without food or water, she went into surgery. Using precise tools, the group of surgeons used the helmet to map the nerves in her crotch that went to the. Using my hips as the lever, I held her in place and rammed ahead. It reminded me that the ass anatomy was far simpler than the pussy. Ass just opened and I loved to see my cock vanish in her. Her ass hole was grabbing my cock as I tried to make it move around in her channel; slowly and gently to start with. Soon she was making her hips to dance and letting her ass hole entertain my cock in her which helped me to build up the speed and the force. The rhythm of thrusts also picked up, increasing. "'Yes, Mistress, ' you bitch!" Lind thundered and emphasized her statement with a hard lash of the whip."Yes, Mistress," she said humbly."Yes, Mistress," Ann said quietly."Bitches," I said sternly. "Do you understand the collars?" They both nodded. "Then you need to be aware that Mistress Jan, here, wears the gold collar. You will treat her with respect and honor her at all times. Her slightest wish is your command. Do you understand me?"They both nodded looking at Jan with awe. Jan sent them.