Chapter Thirty-Two
The motel room shook from applause as Slut54 wrung out yet another orgasm. She was still delirious from past orgasms given and past orgasms received, yet anything they demanded, she provided. An unending epiphany of submission took her over and what remained in the beginning, no longer lingered. Nothing mattered to her but the pleasure of s*x. She no longer dwelt in the land of make believe, thought of her master, or considered her son. The liquor store was meaningless and getting f****d and degraded was the most essential ingredient of her life. “f**k me more,” she screamed at the end of each added assault.
On the floor, with Randy reversed licking p***y, and Robin bridged toes to nose and nose to toes, on her hands and knees getting tripled. In her mouth and in her a
