She was swollen with sexual arousal, her pussy was very wet, and her clitoris was begging for attention. We discussed a heart, a landing strip, and ju...st the bottom half shaved. I said that oral sex would be better that way so that the guy won’t have to shave his teeth in the morning. She giggled and said that I could shave the bottom half if I wanted to, then maybe the heart the next time, and then a landing strip the time after that. Okay.Of course I wanted to prove to her that I was doing the. "Relax fuckbucket," Dave ordered as he squeezed my swollen nuts, "You ain't goin' nowhere. The more you struggle, the more its gonna hurt."With an audible pop, his dickhead speared my cherry. The pain was searing. It felt like I was passing a k**ney stone, only the fucker was working its way upstream. "Damn that's a tight hole," Dave sighed. "You better relax your sphincter or I'm gonna do some permanent damage."Realizing the futility of my struggles, I tried to relax, accepting the inevitable.. He heard the sc**** of metal on metal as she approached.On the tray was an ice bucket, chilling a bottle of champagne. But Dick didn’t know that any more than he knew the champagne was not for drinking.Kitty approached him, set the tray down, popped an ice cube from the champagne bucket into her mouth and leant over him, pressing her lips against his. He buckled and contorted at the sudden blend of sensations: the warmth of her mouth, the cold of the ice, the surprise of the complexity. His. She heard the other man struggling as he tried to lift the cage."Jesus Christ, what've they got in here?" he asked. The cage's cover was lifted back, and crouching down to look at her was a middle-aged man with a goatee."Oh!" he exclaimed. Not disapproving, nor excited, just taken aback. Whoever he was, he seemed genuinely surprised, as if ordering a real live slavegirl had slipped his mind. He looked around the street, then dropped the cover again.Maybe he'd bought her online while he was.