Of all the stories of woman being raped by men, and I get raped by the goat. How embarrassing is that? Still on all fours, still too shocked to move, ...I bring my fingers to my pussy to see what kind of damage he had done and am surprised to find myself unscathed, in fact, I was wet, my pussy was even puffy. I blush, the goat had done a better than job than my boyfriend ever done.Fingering myself some more, I find myself wanting more of that penis, I find myself wanting to cum on it and for it to. She asked me to remove my cloths also. Then I started removing myself within 2 min I undressed myself. She was looking on to my penis.I asked her sleep so I can apply oil on back. I poured oil on her back. And started slowly massage from top to bottom back. She was enjoying.She told I am doing good massage. She said she had done in parlor but that was hopeless and useless service.I said thanks. I slowly started applying more pressure on back during pressure. She was started moaning.After 15. It was my life. There were highs and lows, to be sure. Whatever the lows, however, I could still feel Miss's desire and pleasure in them. I knew that the pain or humiliation meant reward.The only flaw, the only nagging thought I could not get out of my mind, was guilt. I still thought of how Rebecca must have felt when she was taken on my bed, over and over, enduring not only the merciless toys but her own body used against her, driving her to orgasm after orgasm. I could feel the humiliation. He liked to be a bit of a lad, a Stone Island jumper, CP Coat and sneaking his trainers on when he could, but she always caught him.Carol despised Ian like she did other straight males who coasted from job to job never displaying anything but the minimum effort. Slouching around the office, tossing out sexist comments and leering at female employees. She, like most women, had fought to be in this position, proven herself to be regularly superior to any of the men around her. A pathetic little.