Please may I stroke my cock for you?” “No. Not yet. Firstly, it is not your cock. Your cock belongs to me. I say when you may touch it. Secondly,... you may stroke it only when you are performing your wicked task for me. I don’t want you cumming until you have been entirely disgraced and made into my fuck pig.” “Yes Mistress.” “Then pick up the cucumber, and hold it up in front of your slutty face. Do you have it?” “Yes Mistress.” “Good boy. A nice thick long one as I ordered?” “Yes. She was so desperate that she could not stop the flow. The bull framed guy stood in front of her so he was getting a full view in the moonlight of her urinating hard she said he said ‘that it was a lovely sight’. Then she felt the other guy behind her take a grip of her shoulders as his mate knelt down in front of her and eased her knees even further apart. “Oh wow” he said ‘the sexy bitch has stockings but no knickers on’ Even though she was still peeing he slid his large black hand up her. I take the controls and begin to vary the speed and strength of the machine, watching so as to bring you slowly to your first orgasm. I keep you on the edge of cumming until the time is right, then put on the power, bringing you to a continuous orgasm that lasts until you cry out for me to stop.You tell us that you have had enough for tonight and you want to just sit and have a drink. We find a place to sit where we can watch what is going on around us, like a circus show. Although you have now. .. cock?"God, how fucked up is that," she thought calmly, "no way that really happened." Sitting up in bed, she first noticed a clock reading 7:13 and then saw a handwritten note on the bedside table. It read:Mornin' sleepyhead! Had to make a 7am bkfst mtg, knew you'd need some rest & so didn't want to wake you. Last night was wonderful, hope you know that. I'll be in the office by 9:30, come see me when you get in - we'll talk.Hugs, A."Well, I guess at least part of it really happened," she.