Except for the usual monthly bills, they owed no one anything, so when Don decided to buy a little roadhouse a few years ago he had the money to pay c...ash for it. Don liked to have a beer every now and then and he liked a quiet game of poker or a fast game of pool with his friends. He also liked to throw lavish New Years Eve parties, so buying the roadhouse worked out well for him. Sally was all for it because it saved wear and tear on her precious antique furniture that she had restored. He wanted to use her, but not break her, so he'd chosen one that was reasonably thin. He smeared lube along its velvety rubber surface and then lubed up his own fingers. Then his hand returned back to her ass, spreading her cheeks open for him. "Now, be a good girl and stay still," He said firmly. He decided to adjust himself on the bed. Now moving between her legs, straddling them beneath hers."Oh Daddy!" She squirmed slightly as he locked her spread legs underneath his. Feeling his large. Bile came to her throat but she knew that with the gag in place, any sickness could result in her choking to death and, while at that moment, death seemed the best option, she couldn’t face the thought of swallowing her own puke and managed to hold it down until finally Edward released his second load and a slave carried her back to the gent’s toilet.“Where’s slave Chrissie?” Pieter demanded when three slave girls entered the family room that evening.“I’m sorry Sir, she’s too sick to come,”. Erika wasn’t there. He searched the rest of the house, but she was nowhere to be found, then he noticed a small note on the fridge door saying that she was out looking for a job, and wouldn’t be back for lunch. Sitting uncomfortably on the chair, as his ass and back were tender from the prolonged abuse and position of the previous night, he sat eating his sandwich and thought about what had taken place. The events were quite blurred in his mind, but he remembered a great deal of pleasure. He.