She had found a new way to make me cum, and my need had been so strong that I couldn't stop myself. She understood that it wasn't just the act itself..., as she had "marked" me many times before we adopted the word "marking". What had caused me to lose control was a mixture of the act, the feeling of being owned and her genuine desire to mark me as owned.Since we'd been together she searched for the key to making me feel as good as I made her feel. She sometimes battled with feelings of. As I halfway slid out the big Mexican stooped down and grabbed my legs and threw me over his shoulder and my ass, my long legs in nylons and my sexy black cum fuck me high heels were showing for his friend and when he saw my big naked ass. He said Yea!! I want that ass but first just to lick and then her pussy next The young Mexican continued to carry me on his shoulder and my pussy and ass were high in the air, he carried me like his sex slave to do what he wanted to me. I was his fuck slut. She denied, but I insisted her to sit till she catch her breath and feel comfortable. Then she sat on the seat and I was standing near her. As there was rush, I was standing too near to her and due that, my legs and hips were touching her shoulder.After 10-15 minutes, she asked me sit back. I refused and said her “It’s ok, You can sit there.” And due our conversation, I turned around and now my front was touching her. I was getting excited and started thinking about her. She was looking good. It didn’t hurt at all that time!”“From here on out, if it hurts, then you need medical attention,” Becky advised. Turning to me, she added, “Provided she’s all wet and ready for you.”“Is that rule one, two or three?” I asked her.“Yes,” she smirked.“Rules?” Katie asked? “Like ‘Rules for Dating My Daughter’ rules?”“You didn’t tell her the rules?”“What rules, Mom?” Katie asked again.“When I started teaching John, I gave him five rules to follow,” Becky explained. “Rule number one is that no means.