I didn't try to cheat myself. I cut the same size of cake slice each time. It was going to run out eventually, and I didn't want her to be only half d...rugged. She had every right to haul my ass off to jail and dare my cellmates to plant their seed inside me. Oh no!When the last slice was consumed and consummated, I went back to a strict diet of whacking off but with better memories to cum over. It took a couple weeks before I could bear to take the cake platter out of the fridge. (I told you our. ” She answered instead. We were also sweaty and littered with other fluids. Traci pitched off her sports bra and shorts as we walked. The dress code was wear what you needed to wear. That was often sandals and a hair tie. I needed a haircut worse than I ever had.Traci’s “Don’t fuck me” became a “Now fuck me” once we had the showers beating down on our skin and melting the stress out of our muscles. I grabbed the little blonde by her hips and walked her over to a bench. Charlotte, the Valkyrie,. " Yes Mistress Mischelle," she replied and stuck out her tongue andlicked my glove clean. I would have like her to thank me too but thatwill come in time. I mean she's only been here 20 minutes.We went up to my spare room and she put her bags on the bed. There was aFrench maid's uniform, several pairs of stockings, garter belts, bras,breast forms, short plaid skirt, white oxford cloth blouse, baby dollnightie, wig and a nice pair of 5" black heels. Not bad for a starterwardrobe. I instructed. I answered yes.Then the Latin guy stood up and undone his belt, as the black guy locked the door. Then he moved over to me and put his hand under my chin making me stand. They both walked over and circled me. At the same time one grabbed my tits and the other my ass cheeks. The black guy said they could definitely come to an agreement with me…He undid my blouse as his friend unzipped my skirt. I stood there in just my panties, waiting for them to continue. The black man pressed up again my.