I no longer was a man I was Katrina a she male slave andnothing more."Lay on the bed and roll over my little slut", she demanded as shepulled on my co...llar. I layed face first on the bed, my tits beingpushed tighter against the even more silky wet PVC. She mounted me andfor the first time I noticed there was a small slit in the ass of myPVC suit. "Now my little bitch I will really make you mine." But I wantyou to beg me for it. "I want you tell me that all you want is yourmistress in you,. You’re primal and probably edged because you really just can’t get enough.At this point, all things gooney are possible. I’ve personally seen a great many masturbators gooning out in a variety of ways. Once you’ve reached this state you’re open to it all. Drooling, for example, is something a gooner might experience. I use to think about this one quite a bit and it was only after experiencing it that I understood. Not only do you become this experience with its hyper awareness of your cock: you. As my back door friend probes my openings with his tongue and fingers getting me wet and slippery with my pussy juices I slide my feet around his dick and rub up and down his shaft with my stockinged feet and deep throat te man in front if me till I can feel it in the back of my throat gagging me with his goodness. Just when I think I can't take any more and am deleterious with pleasure from both ends I am rammed forward with a start and his huge black covk is shoved hard and fast into my pussy. Normally he wouldn't be so forward with company. His unusual boldness turned her on. She heard the women giggle quietly and when he walked out of the room she saw their heads turn to follow his figure as it moved into the hall. Her smile reflected her pleasure in the fact that the women were checking out her man.They turned back to Belle but their eyes looked nervous, like they were caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "He's yummy, I know. Now let's get on with this." Her words broke.