Hell, for all I know, he might even believe it, but the body language was classic possession demonstration and the need to imprint that on the events ...that followed. I was being told without words that he was the Alpha male here, in terms of owning her.She was leaning forward, and he was leaning back, both arms spread out along the sides of the couch, one behind her. You could see she was leaning forward a bit so as it to not appear like he had his arm around her. But it also didn't take. Connie looked at me and said, “You must like tasting cum.” “Not really,” I whimpered. “Then why do you drink it?” Sara quickly shouted, “He has to mom, he loves being tortured and humiliated. He begs me to treat him like this.” Connie looked at me and smiled, “Do you?” “Yes I do, I love the humiliation.” Sara kissed Doug and said, “One of these days, I may get a glass, fill it with cum and make him drink it.” I smiled, “Okay, if I have to, I will.” Sara came over to me and whispered in. There stands the beautiful Christie. Her arms are folded and it’s hard to tell what her reaction is. Nicki turns to sees her work associate watching us. A broad smile takes over her face. “Come on me damn it! I want you to show Christie what you’ve got!” she yells. That was all I need as my cock unleashes a torrent of cum onto her face, neck and tits. Nicki once again has her mouth open and has caught a shot or two of the thick, white cream. She smiles lustily as she drinks it down and then. I could not believe what she was saying, but she meant it! She pushed me onto my front and before I could change my mind she had pulled my panties to the side and smeared my anus with KY. 7" of rubber up my backside was not easy and I thought I was going to split in two but then she seemed to get past the point of resistance and kept on going. I was amazed at how good it felt and my penis seemed to grow bigger than ever in my panties. She kept thrusting away and I got more and more turned on..