THIS MAN WAS MAKING ME ENJOY WHAT HE WAS DOING I WANED HIM TO STOP BUT I COULD NOT BRING THE WORDS FROM MY THROAT. IN MY EAR I HEARD A VOICE SAY I AM ...NOT YOUR PRINCE THIS WILL NOT BE PLEASUREFUL TO YOU,I WILL NOT MAKE LOVE TO YOU SOFTLY FOR I AM NOT YOUR PRINCE. IT WAS THE QUOTE FROM MY FAVORITE MOVIE HOW ODD. I SAID YOU ARE NOT MY PRINCE AND THIS I AM SURE OF. HE WOULD VIOLATE ME IN SUCH A MANNER OR DIRTY MY SKIN IN SUCH A WAY AS TO GET HIS OWN PLEASURE YOU COULD NEVER BE MY PRINCE. I WILL NOT. Carol reinserted the now wet with pussy juice T-shirt into Jill’s mouth. For a few minutes, I held onto Jill’s hip and leg and fucked her with a steady rhythm. Carol leaned down by Jill’s face and talked to her, while running one hand up and down Jill’s back, making Jill arch her back and take my cock deeper into her hole. “How are you doing?” Carol asked me. “I’m okay,” I told her. The fact of the matter was if Carol and I were going to make Jill cum again, it better be sooner rather than. There the piss began to mingle with the remnants of the Mistress’ shit, picked up from the coated gag and gums and in controlled swallows entered her adoring slave. She then stepped to the side of the protruding and exposed buttocks, flexed the cane in her gloved hands, lifted her arm high and laid the first stroke of the cane across my behind. The first is always the worst, since it produces solely fierce pain and it requires some time until the adrenalin starts flowing and trigger the. Your mouth stroked me, and my fingers stroked you... relentlessly, insistently... and our cries of pleasure grew more passionate... You jerked your head as you felt your mouth fill with a hot, salty taste that betrayed my passion as a spasmed over your loving tongue... then again, as you cried out in your abandon and a larger spurt issued from the large, thrusting member in your mouth. And your sighs became louder, climbing in pitch as my tongue probed within you, exploring you, tasting of your.