"You belong to me now don't you, cocksucker?" my Master said as he put his massive man meat back into his pants. "Yes Master." I said with a smile. "Y...u love sucking dick and being my slave don't you, cocksucker?" "Yes Master." "Then you're going to drive to my place so I can use you some more. Don't wipe off the cum. I want it to be on your face the entire way there so everyone will know you're mine" "Yes Master." He got in the car and we took off. I was just so caught up in the moment. I. He stood waiting, wondering if she would follow. Soon she shuffled into the carpark. “Get into my car” he said “and let’s talk”. In the car he outlined what he had in mind. “My wife and I will pay you to do whatever we ask” he said. “Your wife” she said, somewhat shocked “I am not a dyke” she added. He smiled “well neither is my wife” he countered “but we like to experiment. If you say yes you will not have to beg anymore. You will not have to sleep on the street. But I have to add if you. “Cathy,” I groaned.“Just do it, Bobby,” she snapped.So I sat there with my hands over my eyes while I listened to the rustle of clothing that meant she was getting undressed. I thought it was odd that, suddenly, she was shy, but I went with it. Maybe four or five minutes went by and then she said, “Okay, you can look.”She had put on her baby dolls. This time she had the jacket on, but left the bra off.“Is this sexy?” she asked.I felt my bone stiffen and stood up. I pushed the waistband of my. I levered up over her backside, my arms stiff beyond her head, my feet firmly planted on the extra sized bed, dwarfing my tiny waif like wife as if a bull mounting a new born calf. This allowed me to alter the slippery angle, not quite of dangle, into her fundament, the root of my cock now feeling pressure from her grip tight ring piece. I orgasmed and fell sideways, my cock slapping wetly on my belly, while she being well practised, rolled on me in reverse cowgirl style, grabbed my slimy tool.