I wasn't in control., she was riding me and I had no control over how that pussy was devouring my hard cock."Fuck Donna! I'm going to come!" I yelled...."Don't you fucking dare cum yet!" she said, "I need this!"She continued riding me and I had never been fucked so hard!"I'm gonna fucking cum!" I yelled again, and at that, I began emptying into her but she wasn't stopping.She ground her pussy on me, screaming the house down, her head was thrashing left and right and she shouted obscenities."Take. Her arms went around me.“I’m very glad you have come,’ she whispered in my ear; her breath on my cheek.“And I am so glad you wore this dress,” her hands sliding up to cup my breasts.“I love your nipples. Are they always like this?"I laughed, “You do seem to have that affect!”I lent back into her body, feeling her breasts press against my back. Her hands gently teased my breasts through my dress.. I tilted my head back and felt her breath as she moved to kiss me. Then our lips touched—my first. The cook was carrying a small tray with a cup and saucer, sugar and cream, on it. "I've brought you coffee, Miss," Mabel mumbled, putting the tray down beside the bed.Doris glanced at her face, curiously. Her eyes were puffed and swollen as though she'd been crying, and her skin was white with red blotches.Despite herself, Doris asked the unnecessary question. "Did Madam hurt you last night?"Mabel's voice was bitter. "Yes, you saw it!" A hard edge came into her tone: "It hurts to be tortured. Her cock fit in my mouth perfectly and the way she stroked my head and ran her fingers through my hair seemed perfect.After a good few minutes sucking, she pulled my head off her cock.“My turn.” She said with a giggle.I sat back and watched as she rolled her long hair and pulled it all to one side of her face. She then leant forward and started to slowly lick my shaft. There was something about the way she teased at my cock before finally putting it into her mouth. She was an expert at teasing.