After the initial beating, however, she had not been struck again. The fourth strike of the horrid paddle had taught her the value of obedience and su...bmission. She tried to be the perfect slavegirl after that in order to avoid more of the harsh, painful treatment.She did not give up hope, although she tried to present the appearance of complete surrender. While she surrendered her body to the manipulation and schemes of her young torturers, she held onto her mind and soul. She vowed that those. It wasn't long before she'd undone her shorts to provide me better access to her pussy. After cumming that way her shorts found their way to the ground. Another orgasm or two and her panties were now around one foot and my face was between her legs. Never missing an opportunity, my phone came out and the timer began signaling her orgasms in 1-minute intervals. Something about being outside, in a position we couldn't easily hide what we were doing, made the whole thing more exciting. I pushed. Face to face with my cheating wife, cum from her black lover on her face and dripping from her lips, we stopped and stared at eachother for just a heartbeat. Then we grabbed eachother tightly, and started sucking eachothers faces. Deep passionate tongue kisses as I swabbed her mouth clean of her lovers jism. We stopped long enough for me to lick her face clean too. We both knew we had entered a new phase in our lives, and when she told me that she was going back to fuck him, all I could do was. With each stroke he entered me a little more. In time I felt his big balls slapping my little ones. For the first five minutes, the pain was nearly unbearable and I began to cry. Eventually, the pain began to ease and I could focus on the sensation of being fucked. It began to good, and then, very good. My little dick tried to get hard, but met the resistance of my new cage. Rev. Carl stopped thrusting but I still wanted to feel that glorious dick moving in me. I began to thrust my ass back at.