I was surprised how deeply I felt pleasure not pain when my captor, the man called Abel, made me fuck him. I hoped that was a dream too, and as one, I... could feel the skill of his hands. I was in his cross hairs he said. Reality surprises you more than dreams. He hit my head many times that first week. He was careful to hurt but not damage. He rubbed my stomach, and spoke to the fetus inside my womb. I could not protest. I was gagged. He tied my legs to the head of the bed. It smelled of come. New to the company, this would be he and his wife’s first such dinner party.Once they made it inside they were greeted by their hosts, Mr. Belsworth and his wife, Marie. Marie had a glass of wine in her hand and from the looks of things, it was far from her first. She offered to take their coats.As dresses go, Shari’s dress was nowhere near as fancy as some of the other wives in attendance. Sleeveless and black, it wouldn’t have gotten a second look had it been worn by any of the other wives.. I hugged her tightly and said nandu iiii llooove you janu slowly and kissed on her ears and then for the first time gave a lip lock to her & then I kissed her chicks for more than 20 times.Then I started placing my hands on under ware inside the skirt and reached her pussy and started rubbing her pussy, her pussy was a little covered with pubic hair and little sticky so I didn’t tried licking it. Then I turned her back, me facing towards her back and pushed her to dusk and punched her butts. I had to do it here. I had to be quick.I grabbed for a box of tissues on Liz’s desk and swiftly broke the cardinal rule of internet use at the office. A few moments later there was a video of some hot woman sucking a saliva covered cock as she hastily rubbed a well lubricated clitoris from a squatting position. The camera switched to an under-view angle, and I watched as the spit dripped from her mouth as the muscles of her anus contracted in rhythmic motions. I pulled my trousers and boxers.