Her mistress did not stop pumping though and each thrust took her to a new level of pleasure. Then she peaked and fell back onto the table exhausted.T...e mistress smiled; she had been waiting for an excuse to punish her slave, because although the slut had been doing as ordered because she had no other choice she had yet to fear her mistress or feel real humility because she had never disobeyed her to any great extent. But now the mistress would have a chance to test out the punishment she had. Moaning loudly, nearly screaming, as she came all over my cock. I didn’t give up and kept on pounding her tight pussy until I felt a twitch in my balls and my cock tense up. I was ready to explode and she knew it;“Cum in me, cum in me” she moanedI was more than happy to oblige as I my hot sticky goo shot out of my cock at lightning speed. I could feel it shooting out my cock was that hard, my body shaking as I squirted all of my man juice inside her.I pulled my cock out slowly and let her. For example, the idea of the ‘apologies’ I explained to them was taken far differently to what I would have expected. They didn’t care what I called it, they just seemed to think that the quantity was unattainable. In their heads, they converted 1,000 apologies to 1,000 dollars and were quietly freaking out about having to earn $1,000 every week when Cherry couldn’t even be relied on to come up with $300 a month to pay rent. It’d been weird to me in a way. They’d accepted that they would do it. ’ He nodded and sat down on one of the seats, reaching for the thermos as Emmy walked over and sat on his leg to put her arm around him, ‘Wanted: Young, skinny, wiry fellows not over eighteen. Must be expert riders, willing to risk death daily. Orphans preferred.’ ‘What the hell is that?’ she asked with a curious smile. ‘It used to be the want ad put on posters and in newspapers by the Pony Express when they needed riders. Now that job entailed a lot of risk.’ ‘I dunno, Quinton, ‘Emmy chuckled,.