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For the next three hours we relentlessly used and fucked Louise. Even Dick was able to have another couple of turns with her before, exhausted, we left a thoroughly defiled woman, barely conscious on the chaise longue.
Dick, Will and Peter got dressed, thanked me profusely, and left me with instructions to get Louise home safely and to ensure we were not late for work the next morning. The three tired men left the apartment laughing at how well the evening had gone and inwardly reflected on a job well done.
I packed away the cameras and other items I had brought, before again checking on Louise. Despite her state, I still thought she was gorgeous. Her hair may have been a tangled, cum filled mess; her breasts and inner thighs were peppered with love bites; one of her stockings had come loose and was crumpled around her right ankle; I had no idea where her shoes were; and her pussy and butt hole were gaping, cum filled holes.
She stirred, tired, sad eyes looked up at me and she whispered, "What have you done to me?"
"I freed you, my slut? No more pretensions, you now know what you are. Don't you?"
"Yes, Mr. Yearwood," was all Louise could say.
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