Her black hair fell about her mature and lovely face. She was two years younger than my mother, just as busty and gorgeous. She was once my father’s... sex slave before he passed away.Now she was mine.“Master,” she moaned in ecstasy. Her hands were already going to the buttons of her blouse. “This is a wonderful surprise.”I grinned at her. “I thought it would be great to breed my teacher-slut at school.” He looked around. “We had a lot of fun in here.”“We did, Master,” she moaned. “Oh, my god,. " She said, "good, we'll try to keep it that way, Judy said you have sucked cock before." I said, "yes I have." She walked away smiling and I started to get a hard on.Pretty soon, Angie heads back and says, "I called in a favor and we are going to make another film for your wife." I said, "what this time?" She said, "I've got three friends here that need to be serviced."Three people walked back, two guys and a girl. Angie looks, down at me and says, "we happen to have this cuckhold husband here. He wasn't particularly handsome and god knows he didn't have much beyond his carpentry tools and his smile, but there always seemed to be another woman just waiting to fuck him. Nancy hadn't intended to get in that line, but one night shortly after her grandmother's funeral she stopped by a grungy pub on her way home from work sat at the bar and ordered a pint. She hadn't seen Jack when she went in but he saw her from his table in a dark corner and joined her at the bar.They left the pub. Not. Tonight,” she insisted firmly.Bryce abandoned his attempt for the moment, and began fucking into her in earnest, his thick rod driving into her tight wet snatch.Sophie mewled in response to the intensity of eight inches of hard flesh being driven into her. She really did like this. In the years since she’d lost her virginity, she’d learned that when it came to sex she lacked restraint. She heard the warnings from sex-ed class, from counselors and TV and her mom, but somehow all that went.