He had discovered something that he really loved. In fact he became addicted to it. The Owner had certainly succeeded in creating a cunt-hating bast...ard out of this gloriously handsome youth. What the muscular whore-boy liked doing was keeping his hand jammed down a cunt’s throat after it had vomited repeatedly - until it had expelled even its stomach acid, and then to keep tickling its throat so it retched again and again on an empty stomach! He found he could do this for hours and never. "Yes..." I do... and I will!"Fred pushed his wife back away from him, his hand lashing out to grasp the low-cut neckline of her blouse.Evelyn gasped, "No!" She realized instantly his intent."My way!" he grated, giving a tremendous yank that ripped her blouse all the way to her waist, the buttons flipping off and flying in all directions.Again, real terror knifed through her. She backed away from him, looking down at her ruined blouse, her eyes brimming with tears. "God, no, Fred! Please... ?". ‘This looks wonderful,’ he said as he came into the room, ‘very special. Thank you very much.’ ‘Well,’ I said archly, ‘we need to make sure you are big and strong, don’t we?’ ‘Mmm, I suppose you do,’ he said laughing. ‘Come on, get stuck in,’ said Jo pointing him to his chair. We started with mushrooms in garlic butter. A speciality of Jo’s and followed that with some delicate smoked salmon mixed with scrambled egg on a brioche roll. He was enjoying it immensely. ‘This is lovely,’ he said. “No dick has ever gone deeper than this. Give me a chance to learn how to do it.” I got on all four and said: “Fuck me instead. Fuck me good.”Koos, with the help of Rita, managed to get behind me, swiped his cock a few times through my slit, before he entered me.“Fuck, your pussy is tight,” said Koos. I had to relax my pussy muscles and let go of guarding my secret garden to allow him access deeper into my inner sanctum. With every inch he moved deeper inside me, the farther he pushed my old.