"Umm, that's right I'm your Daddy bitch, I'm yourfucking man!" Slap. "And you my fucking girl!" Slap. "You my fucking ho!"Slap."Oh, fuck yes, make me... your ho!" I was going out of my mind with arousal."Get over here then, bitch!" he said as he spun me around and practicallyshoved my head on his engorged rod.As I was being somewhat brutally face fucked by his monster cock, his handaggressively pumping my head up and down, my mind flew back over everythingthat led to this moment.When our. Then the unthinkable happened?With a wicked smile and dancing eyes Mrs, Cohen slipped her hand up Rebecca's flimsy dress and felt her slit. Knickers and brassieres were an unnecessary expense. Slowly Rebecca removed the linen cloth thus revealing the strange-shaped objects in several colours. Mrs, Cohen had no idea just what they were, but she was about to find out.Rebecca was on heat having just had her slit groped and felt confident about being a little bit dominant. She soon had Mrs, Cohen's. Just wondering.’ The rest of the evening was fairly quiet, we spoke, but on pleasant, neutral subjects. When I looked at her, sitting there, she seemed very comfortable. Brit had told me she liked my dark leather sofa/chair set, and the Craftsman style coffee and end tables. She had even helped me pick out the lamps with the Tiffany-style shades and the wool-and-silk oriental rugs. Brit liked being surrounded by nice things. At this point the question in my mind was: did she really love me, or. Gloria was, indeed, getting ready for work. Her outfit of the day was neatly laid out on her bed, and she was sitting at her dressing table brushing her hair. She froze as she saw my reflection in the mirror, and without turning around said, "Well. I was wondering if you didn't want me anymore." She put her hair brush down, and turned sideways in the chair. Her bare and full breasts with their large aereolas and nipples hung seductively firm, and I saw she was wearing only a creme coloured.