“Gentleman, before the main event, please enjoy and make use of my slave. Feel free to use whatever implements you would like,” my Master said to... my shock and dismay. The first man to come to me knelt in front of my face and began fucking my mouth. He shoved his cock all the way down my throat. Of course I didn’t gag, Master had trained me well, not to. While that man did that, another began whipping me across my back, ass and thighs. He wasn't gentle, either. I felt like my skin was on. “This cock is going to feel so good inside me,” she whispered as she licked the trembling shaft. My nails scrapped against the wall paper as her tongue teased the end of my cock. God she was good. She stood up grinning and pushed me back until I sat on the bed, grabbing some sort of cream or oil from her dresser she covered her tits making them glisten. “You have looked at these babies all summer; I want to show you what they can do.” Kneeling before me she pushes her soft shiny breasts. But, she wouldn’t shrink away either.“If the situation was different, I would have never slept with your husband.”“I’m sure that’s what all the harlots say.”“What can I do for you Margaret?”Margaret turned and sat down on the couch and once firmly situated looked at her, almost like she was studying her. She didn’t know what to do, and fidgeted as she stood before Margaret, like a subject before her queen.“I wonder, if you know, what you have done to me.”Confused she asked, “I, uhm, I don’t. He guessed whoever was controlling him must be using e-mail to send the trigger phrase. His normal routine was to check his mail every night before going to bed. Now that he was alert to the possibility he was being controlled, Kenny was conscious that some mornings he couldn't remember actually getting into bed the night before. He thought that might be because he had been 'controlled', made to do something and then ordered to bed to cover the time gap that would have arisen.Mounting the two.