This was truly a sight and I could feel my balls tighten. I turned my attention back to the television. The woman had turned on the seated man's lap a...nd now had his cock buried to the hilt in her slobbering cunt. The man formerly finger-fucking her had now begun fucking her ass and the third man was enjoying one of the girl's special blowjobs. The moaning coming from all three was driving my sweet Anne to even greater heights and her moans joined in the erotic cacophony. I looked once again to. We were in that post-coitus bliss, sitting on her nineteenth story balcony overlooking San Diego Bay, weed and beers in hand. Finally, I spoke up.“My pregnant wife was killed in a drunk-driving accident a few months before I moved out here.”Angelica remained expressionless, but turned her eyes from the bay to my face. “I haven’t really thought about it much. I’ve tried to block everything out as best I can. But all the partying and sex and working will never heal me. I’m really, really. .. tell... you... to... be... quiet?" Master reiterated. Each word followed by a resounding smack between her legs onto her already tender lips. "This is for my pleasure! Don't you dare try to instruct me again!" and with that gave her another hard slap between her legs that brought her to tears.Master went back to her nipple and once again started to suck and nip. He watched her face as she struggled to keep quiet, holding back her natural instincts to moan in ecstasy at what he was doing to. We were both naked and I was slowly thrusting between her legs. Old readers will remember that during sex we liked to talk dirty to each other and that started very early on in our relationship. She had spent the morning cutting up an old denim waistcoat and turning it to a sun top. On my instructions she had cut so much material off that it had turn out a little too daring for her but she looked really great in it when she modelled it for me. The dialog below is obviously not true, word for.