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now?” Willy asked.
    She turned back to look directly at her husband, “I’m going to suck it, suck his cock and take his...swallow his cum.” Tommy nodded. His hand moved slowly on his prick.
    Heather turned back to Willy. He pulled his cock back against his belly, “Lick my balls first,” he said. She lowered her head. The putrid smell made her dizzy but at the same time filled her mouth with saliva and caused her nipples to harden. She licked his wrinkled ball sack until he reached down to tilt her head up. “That felt good, little bitch. Felt real good.” His compliment made her blush. For some insane reason she couldn’t even think about, she wanted to please this vicious, half retarded animal. Instantaneous flashes out of her childhood dreams popped into her head. Still looking up into his hard little eyes, she licked her lips. “Yeah,” he said, “that’s the way, make them wet cause now you gonna get what you been wantin’.” He leaned closer. “Tell us, bitch, what it is you wantin’.”
    Her hand tightened on his cock. “I want to...to...suck it...to suck your cock...to swallow your cum.”
    He grinned. “Make it last. Don’t let me cum quick. If you make it last I’ll let you play with your pussy, but not till I say you can.”
    “I’ll try. I’ll try to make it last,” she inched back and slowly slid her lips down the length of his prick, taking all of it into her mouth.” She gently cupped his balls with one hand and gripped the base of his cock with the other. He’d placed both of his hands on the back of her head and guided her up and down the length of his cock. When he felt he might cum, he lifted her head off it. “Lick the rim,” he directed. “Flick your tongue at the bottom there right under my piss hole.” She lowered her head to do as he’d instructed. “Don’t look down,” he said. “Look up at me when you’re lickin’ my dick.” After several minutes, he again put his hand on her head. She knew what he wanted. She slid her lips over his cockhead and, tightening them began to move her head up and down his shaft. “Play with yourself,” he rasped. Her fingers quickly found her swollen clitoris.
    She rubbed it, first up and down then in a circular motion. As his cum shot into her mouth, she orgasmed powerfully. He held her head down on his cock until she had swallowed all of his cum. When he let go, she fell back and hiding her face with her hands began to sob.
    The two men watched her. Tommy crawled to the far side of his cage. When she had quieted, Sam nudged her with his foot. “Get up, bitch. Supper’s ready. Dish it out.” Slowly, Heather struggled to her feet. She had difficulty walking in the heels. Holding on to the chair backs; she set the table and filled four bowls with the hotdogs and beans. One of these she pushed through the bars of Tommy’s cage. She was about to give him a spoon when Willy stopped her. “He can eat like a dog,” he said.
    She glared at Willy then looked at Sam, “Please,” she said, “let him...”
    Willy took the spoon from her and held it up, “You want him to have this you gotta earn it for him.”
    “But what...?”
    Willy grinned at her and pointed to the lipstick and gloss and mirror, “Fix your lips nice for us,” he said. When she’d applied the lipstick and coated them, Willy nodded.
    “Now a nice soft loving kiss for me and one for Sam, then your husband can have a spoon.”
    Sam laughed and slammed his hand down on the table,” “Goddam!” he yelled, “We got us a young pretty bitch naked except for fuck-me shoes and she’s gonna do what we say! How fuckin’ good is that!” Heather crossed to Willy. He put his hands on her ass and pulled her to him. She tilted her head and parted her lips. Unlike the other kisses this one was gentle, little more than a touching of their mouths. She then went to Sam and kissed him in the same way. Willy gave her the spoon. She slid it into the cage. All four ate in