The bra top barely contained her tits. Needless to say she won the contest. She came over to me and kissed me. Then she leaned in and whispered in my... ear how hot that was and that she wanted to get fucked. I asked if she could leave yet but she said no. There wasnt anywhere around that we could go as the place was packed. I told her we would have to wait. She moaned that it wasnt fair but she knew she had to get back to work. I told her to be patient and I would see her back at the apartment. I am not sure who is the wettest, her or me."Please, fuck me now Roger." He slaps my ass as he rubs his cock on my wetness. Then, he slowly inserts his dick into me. "Oh yes, damn Roger, you feel so good" I say right to her face."He is really fucking me good. My pussy is rubbing against her with each of his forceful thrusts. I know she can feel his balls bouncing against her. She then starts making all kinds of muffled noises through the gag in her mouth."Oh whats wrong? Does wifey want to say. I told her we could be just lovers if she wanted. I did not need to be a Master. I don't believe I had ever had the right temperament for it. I know she was a natural submissive, but for some reason she was attempting to be a Mistress over me. My world was spinning out of my control. It was at this time that I discovered something that changed everything. I did not live with Ursula. I had my own apartment. She lived uptown, and I lived downtown. She had the money. She had the fine apartment.. Someone with a large voice yelled, "Fuck him, Mandingo, and soon that became a chant.I responded, "Yes, fuck me, Mandingo," and was soon meeting his thrusts as best I could. Bob was so deep inside of me, and I don't know what damage he was doing, but at the time I couldn't care. He would pull almost all the way out, then slam that monster cock home practically lifting me off the bed. I felt like a toy, or a rag doll, being thrown every which way. He was soon straddling my ass from above and.