He grabbed my head and started mouth-fucking me. I was choking on his dick, but he didn’t show any signs of mercy. As he moved closer to his orgasm,... he pulled out. He cupped my chin. As I looked at him with my puppy dog eyes, begging for more he slapped my left cheek.I was shocked and shaken. Before I could come to my senses, I received one more slap. I lost my balance and fell on the floor. My eyes started tearing up, but deep down, I loved it. I could feel my pussy getting wetter.“Looks like. I happen to be one. But beside that. Just breath. I won’t hurt you.”“You? You won’t?” She asked hesitantly.“No, listen here tasty cheeks, as I said, I’m dying, and didn’t expect to be in your basket. But when you fell back with those beautiful thighs, and your gorgeous round onion butt. I decided this would be the best way to go out. Come on. Give this old cryptid one last joy before it dies cruelly and cold, and alone.”Her mind was running through equations none of which made sense but came. Horny men. Horny men that wanted to fuck her.She had read several stories from the magazines she had confiscated, and the more she read, the more she thought she understood what men liked, what they wanted and craved from a sexually active woman. And the more she understood what they wanted, the more she wanted to give it to them. As she was sitting at the dinner table looking across at her husband, she wondered whether he ever had such thoughts, such fantasies. And she wanted more than. At that statement, both girls lost their smiles, momentarily. Apparently that particular form of punishment is not easily forgotten. "Would you like the girls to get a slave ready for use, Master," asked Thistle. "Yes," I answered, "But not where she is. Not in that position and with that nozzle sticking out of her ass. Put her in the X gate." This was a vertical square of small steel beams, about 8 feet by 8. A chain was installed at each corner with a pulley system. The bottom two.