"Well thank you. One volunteer is better than a bird in the bush, eh?" said Tracy.The cellist said nothing she just stood blinking in the spotlight. T...racy paced around her."Well, that's a very nice outfit you're wearing, Ma'am but these ladies and gentlemen wanna see you naked. So, let's start with the skirt, shall we?" Said Tracy making a sign with her hands. The dogs barked once then, in a flash, whipped the skirt off the silent "volunteer." The cellist was shown to be wearing black thigh. ”French nodded a brief, lustful acknowledgement and mounted Louise stretched supine on her back, forcing her graceful legs wide to give the cameras a good view of her pussy. His monster cock was nine inches long and two inches thick with a huge, blunt mushroom head that he rubbed up and down her furry slit before pushing forward, forcing his cock head to split open her warm, moist, coral cunt lips.French repeated the movement several times before thrusting his cock all the way into Louise’s. I was watched the rest of the day in the room, visited by a social worker who wanted to know what had caused my attempted suicide and poked for blood once an hour, other than that I slept. The next day I was transferred into the mental ward of the hospital, assigned a room and a psychiatrist and went back to bed. For three days after arriving at the hospital, all I could say was that I was functioning. I ate, attended counseling sessions and I slept. On the forth day I woke up at sunrise and. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled onto the bed. "Lay on your back. See if Bingo will lick your pussy. Lick it until you become his bitch ... again," Doris said. "Yes ... like that. Now open your legs ... show him your shaved love-box."Betsy could still see herself obeying every degrading command. Her legs parted and suddenly Doris was rubbing something all over her lower extremities. Betsy never did find out what it was, but Bingo knew. The cream was something he was used to.