But gradually Frederica had won the Warrior Slave over.The Lady Fortescue pitied Frederica for being alone and away from her love. She allowed Francin...e's visits to Frederica to become more and more frequent until things were exactly as they had been before that month in the dungeon. Even the nightly whippings were greatly reduced. Frederica couldn't stand her lover having such a sore and red back. Francine was getting soft again.I say 'soft again' because even before her last spell of torture. I stripped to from the waist downand then so it would look like only one person in the booth, Istood facing him, my legs on the outside of his thighs. I sat onhis lap, more on his legs/knees, he held me as I leaned backagainst the door and raised my legs so they were over his shouldersand my feet were against the wall behind him.He caressed my thighs and buns, a hand ran up under my shirt to mynipples and gently pinched then. Every once in a while one of hishands would grap my hard, hot,. Initially it was feeling the second cock, that of her spouse, which she sought, but she had to admit that the young one had its definite benefits and when he wanted a second piece after her husband got his she was secretly delighted. That reminded her of the many times his father had filled her before and after he’d married Randy Joe’s mother. The good ole days!Although she felt very blessed that about a dozen different dicks had pleasured her over the years, that was the past and, like wantin. Keep it up,” she cooed. I kept eating her until after a few minutes her entire body tensed and a short shriek of ecstasy came from her as she came. I stood up, and assuming that we were done started undress to change back to Andrew. “Leave it on. We aren’t done yet.” “Ma’am?” “Lie down on the bed, and leave everything you have on…as is.” I complied and watched as my wife stripped naked in front of me. My cock was throbbing so much at this point, I was wondering if I could die of blood loss.