She made me cum and then because she did it to me, I did it to her. She fell asleep first, and I cried myself to sleep because I was so disgusted with... myself!”What I wanted to do was tell her she was foolish to do what she had done, but I’d been foolish myself plenty of times. All I could do now was support her as best I could and help her work through the emotions that were clearly surging.“Kara, it’s OK. It really is. If you don’t like it, don’t do it again. It doesn’t interfere with our. “Yeah, girl! Take this big dick!” He examined her body from above. He delivered measured strokes with just the head before moving to her rectum. He pushed inside her wet hole.“Owwwww,” she winced biting her lower lip.“Let me in that boipussy, girl,” Zavier commanded. “Yes,sir!”She relaxed. Her muscles let him ease in his shaft quarter-inch by quarter-inch. Zavier was fine with starting out slow because of this…She began wriggling and writhing. The flimsy queen-size bed creaked & wobbled &. She had come a long way from the shy trophy wife I met at that party two years ago. I had introduced her to a world of decadent pleasures: young, muscular men; the pleasure of a woman's lips; multiple partners; anal sex; the thrill of public sex—she had been a virgin to it all. And serving the Gods just meant there was no limit on our decadence. We could do what we wanted, wherever we wanted, and the Gods would protect us. We served them, and had earned whatever amusements we desired.The plane. Her fists clenched to the sides of her body, using all of her self-control to stop her from moaning.I smiled at her struggle, petted her hair, and continued, “Do you understand?”This time, she knew better than to just nod. She took a long breath in and confidently said, “Yes, Mistress,” with downcast eyes. Her humiliation further feeding her arousal, she blushed. I could see her juices leaking again.It took all of my self-control to stop myself from licking her juices from her thighs after.