He lifted my leg and set on the other side. Mitch followed the movement, his fantastic tool waving in my face. But before I could even dare to taste i...t, he roughly pushed me onto my back. Mitch hoped onto my torso as he looked behind him staring at my cock that was peering up at the ceiling. He bit down hard on his lip. I raised my head once again trying to take in his magnificent manhood, but he journeyed downward right before I had opened my mouth. Was he purposely teasing me? Mitch stood. No cock refused. No fuck declined. No choice given. He was merely a vessel for the horniness of dozens of hedonistic sons, fathers and uncles with no more rights than a Roman sex slave at their most indulgent of feasts.It was intoxicating. He had knowingly yielded his consent. He wanted to be treated no better than a discardable masturbatory sleeve where the dominant tops gave no concern for his pleasure. The desperate slut sought the dehumanising degradation, and the masters had offered him. Louise will be here next time to show you how to do it – she enjoys that sort of thing and you will come to love her ministrations"I watched as he put on a latex glove and covered the middle finger with the lubricant. He then moved to out of my sight and I felt his finger push between my cheeks. Trying to help, I tried to open my legs as far as they could go so my cheeks were fully open.I felt the finger push at my anus. Felt it move around, pushing slowly into my tight little hole. Felt it. Jazz went into her room, pulling a shopping bag out from under her bed. She began setting out the various bath products that she had bought especially for that night, pausing to pop the lid off one of the bottles to inhale the sweet aroma. Jazz set the bag with the other two shopping bags from the day and headed to her bathroom, her arms full with bath products. Jazz turned on the water waiting for it to get hot before pouring in a cap full of bubble bath, watching the mounds of fluffy bubbles.