The authors were able to paint a mental image of these events that allowed the reader to share their experience. I found myself longing for more.That ...said, does it appear that much of the content here is diminishing in quality? Either the stories are so outlandish they aren’t even possible. Or they are so poorly written that the story is nearly impossible to follow. Or the grammar, spelling, and punctuation is so bad it’s just a jumble of words. I understand some of these issues come from those. I guide one of their cocks into my pussy. He got the signal. He slammed it into me. The cock in my mouth shot straight into my stomach. I was being skewered. God, they’re pounding me like a real mare. I wish I could have tits as big as his balls some day. The horses waste no time and empty their payloads. It feels so hot deep inside of me. They pull out but more take their place. I can feel my insides being pulverized. My organs are being bruised, but I like it. Ugh, another fat load filling me. They left me penniless. They didn't have a will or anything that could be passed on to me. They were pretty poor and had been born into the organization and their parents paid for their membership when they got married as a wedding gift. Right after their death a member of the organization came to me and offered to take me as his slave and take care of me for the rest of my life. Well I knew that a lot of masters didn't keep slaves very long and a lot of times a slave would die from the abuses. And impotent. He would cry when she said that. When he was finally hard and she was satisfied with the shine on her boots, she would allow him to lick her cunt until she came. That also took a long time, almost always.It wasn't long before she had Harold gagged -- when he was through licking her, of course -- and handcuffed as part of the routine. He accepted most anything she did now. And with the gag in his mouth, she didn't have to listen to him complain all the time. What a whiner!She.