As I laid there I was feeling sorry for myself. But I realized that it was entirely my own fault. I had sold my soul to the devil and he wants more than a pound of flesh – more than the 3000 Ducats that Antonio owed Bassanio in The Merchant of Venice. And he would get my blood as well.
At least an hour passed before the sadistic duo returned. When I heard the door open a chill went up my spine. I was actually scared of what they would do to me next.
“Well, slut, are you ready to continue. I bet you can’t wait for me to f**k you again, can you?” she said, toying with me.
Suddenly I felt her hands on my butt. I jumped a little as I felt her new dildo touch my ass hole. There was no rubbing or teasing. There weren’t any tender words. There was just a rebirth of the pain I’d previously expe
