I had slept nearly all day Saturday and all of last night. Between all of that sleep and that wonderful orgasm he gave me I felt almost fully recovere...d in the morning.I lay there in the darkened room just before dawn and thought about Mark. For the moment the sexual harassment at work, the way I behaved on the subway, even the time I had spent with Ian and Craig were no more than slightly disturbing but strangely exciting events in my past. Karl and the people he had sold me to were another. I release her throat and tell her to tell her she is going to eat me out now. I crawl further on the bed. She begs for a short break to catch her breath. I reach up, instantly slapping her across the face leaving a hand print as I sit on her face looking down at her; I still see the fear in her eyes. I am starting to realize the pain and aggression is turning me on more and every thought of me taking each of my parents and siblings lives just drives me even wilder. I rock my hips back and forth. He could wriggle out of a visit home, with a long cross-country journey there and back taking far more time than he could genuinely afford, but could make no plausible reason against a half-day release from his duties for afternoon tea with a senior cleric. He felt another sigh coming on.As he dutifully alighted the public coach, he could at least be glad that, as it wasn’t Market Day, he wouldn’t be squashed in the interior with far too many passengers for safety, including several chickens.. The belt was under my butt, both ends covered the upper legs. The caretaker pulled, I slid closer to him, and he hammered me between the spread legs like a butcher.I tried to find a grip somewhere, but my hands reached into the void. My heart was pounding in the throat, I felt every single heartbeat in the carotids, tits flew back and forth. They hurt damn good; the lungs were flat and gasping for air.My moronic horny pussy asked for more, and the caretaker gave her plenty of it. I couldn't.