The first moments have been burned into my memory. The feel of his cock in my hand. It was beautiful. I was shocked when I licked it at how silky smoo...th it felt. I never realised before, but it was like nothing I had felt before. He was also extremely clean and fresh smelling, which really was appreciated (perhaps more in hindsight but :P) The warmth radiating from his pulsating member in my mouth was mind blowing. I loved feeling in charge. Feeling in control, even though I was completely. Jen couldn't help admitting to herself that she was disappointed. The wedding reception was almost over, and Steve hadn't paid any attention to her the entire day. He hadn't spoken to her once, or even looked in her direction.Going to the church, earlier that morning, she wasn't sure what was going to happen. But she was excited at the thought of seeing Steve again. Excited, and scared. She didn't know what she was going to do or say when she saw him. But the memory of the other night at the. And now my wife's 'whore' alter ego was unleashed with the bottom of a wine bottle. I flick on the bathroom light to find my cousin spread eagle on the toilet with her fingers working in and out of her cunt. she moaned, "I love the way you fucked your dirty whore wife. You made her cum like your whore, and made me cum because I wanted it."She moved to the edge of the seat and lifted her legs in the air. "Make another whore cum!" I was sheeping and punchy, but I know good pussy when I can eat. Andthat?s when it hit me. I was miserable at home, I got the paddle at least oncea day, or more if my father had been drinking. These men would never hurt me,they wanted to make a profit, and I wanted out of my life. Well here I was, outof a bad situation, getting into who knows what but it may be better then theone I was in. I had heard stories of slaves that were treated better then freewomen. I saw the beautiful clothing they wore that their masters had bought forthem to wear. It might not.