I walked up and threw my arm around her waist. I ran my fingers through her hair and rubbed my face up against hers, breathing in her perfume, it was ...so very sweet. I wanted to say something witty like Hannibil Lecter, but again, all that came out was a low, animalistic growl. Once more I paused, thinking about what I was about to do, and then just as one would expect a scream, or a cry for help, a single tear dropped down her face, and a small squeaky “please” escaped her lips, and I could. Always ass to mouth, and sent home with a load or two of cum in her ass. If she spent the night she got more of everything. I loved when she would scream, "Thank You Daddy Thank Youuuu". We did all sorts of things but those were standards. Later I found out she was married and didn't tell me, but kept coming because she never got fucked like this at home.I was attending College at the time.One night before she arrived I wrote a fun a exercise for her in a notebook.A creative writing page with. The answer came soon enough. Pulling her tight against his groin, He shot His loaddown her throat. Most of it she was not able to taste,since it entered her mouth well beyond her taste buds.When he finished, he shoved her away and she toppledover to the floor. “You need to improve your technique,bitch. But we will have plenty of time for you to workon that.” Sprawled naked on the floor, she shivered, as the roomwas cool. “Master? Can slave use the bathroom? Please?”. …O’Brien hitting her pussy like an inexperienced cock slamming into a girly crease without warning …she went the indecent three finger fuck without any indication…really frickin’ brisk..hell no it was actually express pace…it was a finger blur…it was so suddenly sensational as she hit Cynthia’s g spot…the only outcome was a vaginal orgasm and a god almighty squirt …the shower sprayed high in an arc right into O’Brien’s face… caught her by complete surprise…caught everyone by surprise….Cynthia.