But he was pushing me to the limit. This went on for what felt like eternity. Then I felt his dick stiffen up in my mouth. He held me by my head with ...his cock deep in my throat. And ropes of thick gooey cum hit the back of my mouth. First two I swallowed, the next started spilling out the side of my mouth. He pulled his cock out and let few more loads of cum splash my face. He wiped his cock clean on my face. 'Don't wipe it off bitch'and went to sleep. I was on my knees with face covered in cum. She stood staring at me.“What? Is something wrong?” I was worried.I turned, looking myself over wondering what was wrong. I was wearing a see-through sleeveless, scoop neck, tunic dress with no bra. My nipple piercings were evident as was my beige thong. I had on five-inch silver pumps, with about three inches of bracelets on one wrist. I guess we were complete opposites in our choices as far as attire.She looked a bit miffed and in awe at the same time.“Renee, I can't go dressed like this! I. My favourite colours are always natural black, or any other shades of black at 15 or 10 denier and then Ivory white, I love to order stockings from Bridal websites that offer such fantastic sheer ivory stockings, that are extra silky for 'her special wedding night' with lovely lace tops. I love to wear those under my trousers when I go to management meetings.One time I was at a boring conference at a small hotel and had to meet with about 8 people, the conference started at 8pm and finished at. Knowing that it was my admission of a stray thought that had made ithappen was the final insult. I had created this distasteful situationmyself. She reached back and took hold of my braids to let me know thatshe didn't want me to stop anytime soon. I whimpered but kept at it.My wife said happily, "I am so pleased with my clever idea. Having youwrite down your most secret thoughts will be so much fun for both of us. Don't you agree?"Of course I didn't agree, but I knew better than to.