I would meet up with her once, maybe twice a week. We would go out, and usually end up back at her place to fuck.One weekend Sheryl invited me to a pa...rty at her aunt’s house. I had heard about her Aunt Ingrid; Sheryl had told me she was quite wealthy and lived in central London in an amazing townhouse. I had nothing better to do, plus I assumed I would get to fuck Sheryl afterwards.We arrived at her aunt’s house around eight o’clock, bottle of wine in hand. It was her Aunt Ingrid’s fiftieth. 5 min me khana ban gaya tha.Aur wohi gas ke pass maine uski pant niche ki aur gannd chatne laga aur chumne lage.Gannd chatne ke baad maine uski chut ko mu me liya hi tha uthne me bell baj gayi .Maine bahen se kaha tu pant barabar kar me gate kholta.Mummy ke aate me nichle chala gaya condom ka packet lene.Jab me le kar aaya aur meri bahen ko dikhaya tho woh has padi.Shaam ke 4 baje mom pooja karne chali gayi thi.Mom ke jane me baad phir maine apna khel shuru kiya.Maine apna lund phele bahen ke. He started to breath heavier, and he grabbed my hips so he could sink himself as deeply as possible in me. That meant he bottomed out and hit my cervix, and I jerked in pain. He froze for a moment, as if scared that he hurt me...before he continued....harder. It was as if he started to care that I was in pain, and then realized that me being in pain was a turn on. He started to go harder and faster and I heard the sound of his hips meeting mine in a smacking sound...and his balls were smacking. Seeing him suck my cock when we do a scene takes me over the edge even faster. I crave his hot mouth when he says words of devotion and adoration for his Goddess. Queen. Mistress. Also him using dirty words making me scratch him, bite him. Mark him. Deciding to allow him this scene was unselfish. I am jealous and never allow others to touch my collared slave. Viewing the pics again, seeing this slut sucking on my slave, gives me another idea. ‘Turn around,’ I command my slave. I am presented.