I screamed against my gag wanting to beg for more, deeper and faster. “Your ass is so tight and you want this so bad. I can feel your muscles achin...g for more. Do you want more my slut, do you?” I heard him pant. ‘Oh god, Shawn,’ flashed through my mind and then I was back to feeling only him. I groaned as he stopped buried deep inside, his balls bouncing off my slit. He let out a long moan and I expected to feel the warm flow of his cum, but that was not what I received. As quickly as he. His words bleed into my soul, and sound more true every time he says them. But listening also makes my want seep down my legs, until my inner thighs slide slick against each other.He could pull me down on his cock. Control my pace. Make me gag. But he doesn’t. he doesn’t need to. He’s taught me what he expects, and what the consequences are for failure.Drool and precum make a bubbly trail down my chin, pasting part of the bag to my face. There’s something disgusting about soggy paper, something. As soon as he got there, he made a phone call. Within fifteen minutes, Robby Alexander knocked on the door. Steve let him in, and Robby set to work. The room was a nice large one. Though not a suite, it had a large bathroom and walk-in closet. The bed was a double, comfortable and freshly made. Steve thought that Dorothy would like it, and feel comfortable there, which was very important to the plan. At eleven forty-five, Louise knocked on the door and was admitted. She came to check on the. His lips, his mouth, his teeth all licked, and nibbled, and tasted me in such a way that I was ready to cum at any second. As his tongue ran lower and began to lick my pouty starfish, I felt my toes curl at the indescribable pleasure I felt. Mr. Wolfe was truly eating me up. The thought of telling hubby about this experience crossed my mind and I could visualize his reaction and how it would make him horny. As my ardent lover returned to my married pussy and clit I started to writhe in.