“Yes,” I hissed around her husband’s warm, throbbing manhood. I was beside myself. I had never been in a more erotic and mind blowing situation....She pushed deep and grabbed my hips firmly. Her cock pistoned into my asshole hard and fast. It stroked my prostate and I felt things I’d never dreamed of. My cock drooled a steady flow of precum onto the bed and I felt my climax approaching anew when she stopped suddenly and pulled her big cock from my quivering asshole. She rolled me onto my back and. "You are VERY lucky."I held the weighted chromed metal end in one hand while I gently stroked the very soft and beautiful fur end with my other end."I'm afraid that I'm not sure what it is?" I said with a still puzzled tone.The three women giggled and exchanged glances and some words in a language that I did not understand. Finally, one of them cleared her throat."It's a butt-plug" she said. "But not just any butt-plug. The tail signifies that you are now owned.... owned by your Daddy."I must. “The thing is that this kind of surreal and unnatural form of interacting is going to become accepted and normal, if something isn’t done to change it,” Dexter said.“I have a bit more faith in people than that,” Al said. “We’ll find healthy ways to work within that matrix. We’ll have relationships with people, but they’ll be different in nature than the ones in the past.”“They’ll be dishonest relationships,” Dexter said.“Why do you say that?” Al asked.Dexter said, “It’s real easy to lie when. They came to me and inspected me at every angle, and they were getting mad with happiness. After they came out of this phase, they told me that the surprise is not over yet. I looked at them with a questioning gaze, and Rajesh took out a jewelry box. I know what it is and that brought tears to my eyes.Inside the box were two kinds of mangalsutra, one with the black beads and one typical Hindu styled. Rajesh tied the typical mangalsutra around my neck. His eyes were filled with tears of joy, and.