It was Christmas after all. Justine wasn’t as tidy as she was when her parents were at home which made things very exciting. Her bedroom was a treas...ure trove of underwear, both used and clean. It had been three months since I’d first worn Justine’s clothes and almost every ounce of spunk I’d spilt since that moment had gone into an item of Justine’s clothes. I had my own collection in my bedroom – but nothing was as sexually thrilling as ‘shopping’ in Justine’s bedroom. What might I find today?. It?s been slightly de-salinatedand it?s totally sterile. It?s just that it tastes awful.? By now, Lady B was standing in front of the nude nigger with a plasticbeaker containing perhaps 12 fluid ounces of piss. ?On your feet,? snapped Lucy, and the black bird obeyed. Lady B handed her the plastic container and ordered: ?Just a small sipto start with, 9.? Lauren was impressed. The nigger sipped. ?Now another,? said Lady B. The black bitch sippedagain. ?Now a gulp,? said Lady B. A gulp. ?Now. " Well I've watched the porn my husband watches. And he always wanted me to gag for him, but I never wanted to." What changed?" You're not him."I smiled. "You're right." With that I lifted her onto the counter and split her legs, holding them while I put my cock against her. Knowing this would be the second time in many months that she had been fucked was enough to get me hard again. She was so wet that I slid in with little effort, although she was tight from not having had sex often. We’d worked so hard with Wendy over the past month to make sure she understood we were her friends and not her masters.“No! I would never do that. We’re friends. We were just so horny that— You know that you’ve spent weeks getting me used to having sex a few times a week and then all of a sudden you were all gone! I didn’t know it would affect me like that. I couldn’t concentrate in class or anything. Thursday, Doc Henredon sent me home and said I should go somewhere that I could focus on the.