Finally when we stopped for the night as we went to sleep we spoke about the day's events. I admitted to him that it turned me on. But I did not tell ...him that I had so many climaxes even if they were small ones. I did not tell him how every time he fucked me I pictured Ben on top of me or behind me or that it was Ben's cock that I pictured in my mouth as I would suck my husband hard again. I remembered Sara's words how a loving wife and husband would perform oral sex right after making love. I. She began to jerk it off."God, you have some nice tits," I said, with a slight guttural in my voice, still."I get that a lot." You're so sexy," I said, out of the blue, as she started to lick my erect penis, then tit-fuck me."Why, thank you."She then started to suck my dick again. I was close. I was really close. I groped her big bountiful breasts. I tweaked her cute hard brown nipples..."Ugh. You like this shit, baby?" I'm coming. I'm coming. Where?" I said."Fuck it," She said, jerking me off. A bit like you”. While she was talking I was able to briefly assess her - about 5’ 6”, wearing a short skirt and a blouse, nice legs, boobs that fitted her frame and a pretty face and lips. It seemed like somebody had been cheating on her, but I couldn’t understand why! My cock reared slightly in my jeans, not noticeable to her but my pent up horniness was beginning to rise. I felt like I would be exploding when I actually got home and had that wank.“Don’t need to say anything, however, from. If that means being beaten, fucked or even killed just for the enjoyment of a man, then so be it. Who cares? Its just another two bit whore that come a dime a dozen! Literally! Whores are of so little value that you can literally buy a dozen of them for only a dime. But nobody around here really cares, because slut trafficking has been in effect for almost 77 years now. They have absolutely no rights and no one cares about them. Not even the sluts themselves cares about their own lives, only.