‘Jesus, Cass- ‘ but she darted past me and was already crouching on the bog with her pants around her ankles, so I shut the door and went back to ...my room before remembering that my sperm was still splattered over the mirror. Shit, shit. Now she’d have something else to hold over me. The parcel Rachel had wrapped was on my bed and I picked it up and sniffed it carefully, hoping it would retain a trace of her perfume. Bec used a similar product – two pound fifty from Boots – but somehow it. "If your going to eat a real mans cum, you should at least be wearing a sexy pair of slutty panties!" I looked at her,thinking she was k**ding, til she told me if I ever want to lick her pussy again I had better do as I am told. I put them on and was instantly humiliated again. Here I am, wearing the panties my wife wore home, her pussy leaking cum after being used by another man, in front of her. She looks at me and says" Look at you! Wearing low cut panties and your little peepee doesn't even. My bets were all on Sergio, but she swears she does not remember. We prided ourselves on having one hell of a good first night in Vegas, but maybe we should have stopped there.The next night we went slumming a little (maybe a little too much), going to a smaller place on the upper end of the strip. We noticed it seemed to be all black, but as I said we were slumming. It did not take long before this large black guy with a following of several bodyguards and a couple of nearly naked girls. Even though she was a recognized princess, Sarah liked to be treated just like everyone else. She loved to play almost any sport and was much enthused about both running and swimming.One day her running coach remarked it was a shame they did not have a young girl to help out with the discus and shot-put events. Sarah decided to give it a try and was amazed that she was able to throw the heavy weights further than many of the boys. The more she practiced the better she became with the weights.