I wake up to the sound of my dad pounding on the door. Its 9:30 and he’s demanding I get up, shower, dress and get a move on. I crawl out of bed in ...a half asleep daze and do as he demands. My mum is downstairs, still in her robe and I know she isn't going to come with us. She doesn't even make eye contact with me. Dad is eating and giving me the don’t you even think about it look. I just down a glass of orange juice and make the phone call to my friends. We all break down crying and they beg me. Said he'd be back in a few hours. It's been 2 days. Heard an ambulance yesterday. I wonder?More humiliation. Hubby ordered me to the park, find a 10" cock and beg for an ass fucking. Wouldn't take me back without picture proof. I'm such a star fucker. Mostly dull sex but one mousey guy is so kinky it took a week for my cigarette burned clit to heal. He's calling nowPicking up a new slave. I always get butterflies. Start by starving her for a week or two. Instant obedience. Hope she has big. She'd been sick, very, very sick."Good morning!" smiled Ken, looking around at his guests. In addition to Fionna's band mates, Roger was there as was (surprise, surprise) Andrea, who was sitting between Bill and Genie wearing one of Genie's dresses. It was a bit snug around the chest, since Genie had much smaller breasts, but the woman was glowing and happy, and, for the moment, her terminal case of shyness was in abeyance. "I'm glad you all decided to stay. Please feel free to relax and enjoy. In the way that the Romans of old had their champions fight man after man, Liz’s sexual fantasy was to have sex with man after man. Fucking one while sucking another, the more the merrier, as far as she was concerned, she’d love nothing more than to be the main attraction in a sexual contest. After having sex with a countless number of men and women, she’d love nothing more than to be crowned the sexual winner and the champion of sex. ‘We crown Liz the winner and the champion of sex.’ Instead.