She is disgusted with me, I knew, but that was just tough. I was going to be the one, no matter what she might have hoped. With one vicious thrust, I ...open her. She gave this funny girlish squeal, that special sound of a young virgin being forcibly stretched. I’d heard it many of times, but never got tired of hearing it. Her eyes flew open wide and she desperately tries to heave me off. I'm having none of it. I just pushed her back onto the desk and thrust harder. I force my way deeper inside. Sheila had told her that, if she wanted to jointhem, she would be expected to play the slave part andshe had agreed. But to be addressed, on paper no less,as ‘slave girl’ made it even more exciting. She foldedthe note and put it in the hip pocket of her jeans toread it after. Once inside, she lost no time in gettingout of her clothes, including, since she had beeninstructed to strip completely naked, her wrist watch,the three rings she always wore, and the two pins thatkept strands. .Sorry"..his face flushed again as I handed him the doob."Thats alright sugar, I'm pretty proud of them" I said and I undid the strings and let the bikini top fall to the floor. "Not bad for a fifty year old..don't you think?" "Not bad at all!" He said and this time he was smiling from ear to ear. He took a couple more hits and passed it to me. I stood in the kitchen just puffin away, plump titties just waiting to be touched but he was a slow one... "You want to touch them?" I said...I thought. The room she chose didn’t even have as much of a cot in the corner. She stripped off her rags as I crouched on the rubble & tossed them into my lap with a twirl of her sooty fingers. Her breasts were unexceptional, saggy & deflated before they’re prime, I ordered her about face, she complied without a syllable, intuiting my next command & standing ramrod straight, squeezing her statuesque legs tightly, which caused her pale buttocks to seize up, flexing admirably in the light of my torch, the.