I ate it all feverishly. It was not exactly as though I’d asked for it. Indian hot xxx Not a good dream, and not necessarily a bad dream either, in retrospect. I’ve learned a lot about objectification, and how wonderful it can be. One man slapped my face, and told me to open my mouth, which I did absent-mindedly. I know it sounds crazy, but the few friends of Dan’s I’d been with before were people who I knew and had known for a while. I smiled at my mistress, and went back into the bucket. I was standing, and gagged, and naked, with my arms held straight out. I was learning what I was, and it was dirtier than I’d imagined. The leader marched me forward, tugging on my leash, and I moved as a pack of old bikers fondled me, squeezing my nipples and ass, working their hands between my legs to paw at me, slapping me, flogging me, spitting on me, and zapping me with a cattle prod as I walked. But her mouth – her mouth was held open by some sort of ring gag. Something again had happened to Dan, changing him. It sounded like a party.
