He roll off of her his cock laying on his stomach. Cum still dripping from the tip. She laid next to him. Her cock laying over his leg. She told him “you are an amazing lover. We must do this again.” A feeling of guilt flushed over him. He said “I’m married”. She responded “I will not tell anyone if you keep me satisfied. No one will ever know. Make up babe whatever story you need. I will play along. All I want is more of this. Eventually your ass will be ready for my cock. Until then your throat will have to do.” They fell asleep fetish in each others arms. To be continued..... I came home around seven of the clock that fateful evening following a blowjob brisk canter around my estate. The sun was setting over the far horizon like a glowing orb on that warm spring evening. I handed the reins of my steed to my ostler blonde and made my way indoors seeking my dinner. Cook was waddling around as was her her wont, her pendulous bosoms swaying and copious buttocks wobbling. My thoughts turned to a lonely evening. She foot fetish sensed my mood. I ripped out of her and buried foot fetish into Rita's twat. Everything now seemed to be blowjob moving in slow motion. Ok, then carry me” she said. She’s synching up the vehicle to open the gate as well as the garage from inside the vehicle. She moved back up and swallowed my cock to the root. She managed to pull back enough to breathe and swallow the two huge loads he had already pumped into her when the third and fourth quickly followed. The door opened, cutting off Officer Murphy. quant - 2 1/2 years Paris blinked at me. “I don't care what he did to me. I just have to serve him!” Her bound wrists felt the cold press of the fetish concrete, but she hardly cared. I guess the kid really wanted to get laid. “I heard Mrs. Nystrom was amazing! Some are beautiful, but most are not. “What happened last night?” I asked, “The last thing I remember is walking into The Battered blonde Boar.” Hopefully, it wasn't enough babe to impregnate her. Anyway, she took my loads nicely so I was content to enjoy my evening with her and be out of that twin bed disaster. She swished the cane in her hands while getting in position to pound the slaves ass. Like birds whistling to each other. The idea of a circuity ministerial route was being born in him.