I swallowed it while he was holding my face. I then sat on my seat and took some rest. I was in severe pain from my hair being pulled.After 5 minutes,... he asked, “Are you ready?”“Again?!!” I exclaimed in disgust but I secretly wanted to feel that cock inside me. I may not get another chance like this. I decided to fuck him then and there.He tilted his seat behind and removed his pants a little bit. He grabbed both my armpits and pulled me on top of him. His penis was lying flat and touching my. Jack erupted violently down her throat, gagging her. She quickly pulled back and tried to swallow, but Jack came so much she had his cum running back along his cock.Jack moaned and thrashed as his orgasm shot through him. She had never taken him so deeply, and the pressure of her throat on his excited cock trigged his orgasm. He heard her gag, but there was nothing for him to do. He rode out his orgasm, gagging her and making a mess of himself.Diane finally pulled herself off his cock. Cum. ” As Donna had told me, I still remembered being a successful businessman, but that life was of no importance to me. It meant no more to me than an ant on the patio. I began to live my life as Marci, the slave maid.I came often—five or six times every day—but without fail, every orgasm and every ejaculation were accompanied a strong shock to my balls and/or extremely tight clamps on my nipples. After a month I couldn’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure. All I knew was that I. Quickly I sat down at my dressing table and started to apply powder, rouge, eye shadow and lipstick, not heavily, but enough to show I had gone to an effort for my son. When I stood in front of the full-length mirror again I found that the make-up had taken a few years off my age visually, it also had the effect of making me feel even sexier. Smiling I turned towards the bedroom door, stepped out into the hall and called out to my son that I was coming down.When I stepped into view at the top.