I did as my mistress had though me to do whenever I feelth urgs. In a few minutes I continued doing the laundry, still fealing the need to cum. When I... finally finished I contined with the rest of my shores, untile I got yo my last shore cleaning my mistress shoes. I got on my knees liking them each, sucking the heels, and polishing them. A bit after I finished my shores, the phone rang so I picket it up in the living room. hello Denise Reinas house I answerd as my mistress instructed me to. . It was the weekend of Julie's wedding. Things between us were back to our normal playful sides. She was giving me crap again and I was fishing it back. Julie was happy and I was happy for her. The rehearsal and dinner flew by and it was the day of the wedding. The service was perfect. After pictures, we finally made it to the dinner. We didn't get to sit long before it was speech time and then cutting the cake. The night was lots of fun talking to friends and dancing. My girlfriend wasn't. Louise had barely taken our coats when I noticed Tad looking around the living room, seeking out the promised posted-sized nude photograph of his hostess. It wasn't hard to find. The picture was gorgeous -- black and white, but very sharp and clear despite the fact that the enlargement was at least two feet by three feet. Not much was left to the imagination: It was a reclining nude, with one of Louise's superb legs bent at the knee and pointing upward, the other straight out in front of her.. He inserts his ring finger in and I let out a half gasp and half scream. It felt so big. It was twice the size the of my fingers. It hurt, but then as I fell forward on him, and he started moving it back and forth inside me, it felt so good. I came again, some of the cum fell on his chest. “I’m so, so sorry” I say mortified. “That’s fine,” he says, I’m glad you enjoy it” with his other hand then, he picks up the cum and puts it in my mouth. I gag for a second then swallow it and continue to.