Back and forth. I was practically dripping onto the bed. She pressed the gigantic head inside. Fuck, it felt so good, but I wanted more. More! Holdin... my legs up, she slowly pressed deeper and deeper. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God… left my mouth in short, shallow breaths, as I could feel the dildo pressing in. It was so deep already and it just kept going in, stretching my tight pussy wider and wider. I felt so incredibly fucking full. Fuck, I gasped as it pushed into my cervix. I had taken. That's it — I'm turning lesbian. I'm done with fucking cheating men. I should have just stuck to licking pussy in college, and never let Chris sweet-talk me back to the other side.Walking back out, she keyed her exit code, and headed for the elevator. As the doors opened, she shook her head and thought, I need a drink. I need lots of drinks.Chris unpacked his briefcase, pausing when he found something he didn't remember putting inside — a CD sleeve. Turning it over, he found a note written on. She took out a handkerchief and wiped off the slave girls face."Let's go, missy," she said and Shanika followed her through the hall to the lobby and a set of double doors. Yolanda opened it revealing a large high ceilinged room with a dozen cloth covered tables with chairs around them. Two other naked slave girls were setting the tables. She recognized Nydia and Yvonne."Here's where you'll be serving later," said Yolanda. "Right now you'll help get the dining hall ready."Shanika joined in and. She reached back with one hand, and started rubbing the cum on her back first, then her ass, using it to sooth her wounds and to comfort her inner desires knowing that my own sperm is penetrating her skin. I went to the bathroom, ran warm water. Filled up the tub. Turned the lights off. Lit seven scented candles. Went back to her and picked her up and placed her gently in the tub, and used a sponge and soap to clean her up and comfort her. I rinsed her up and got her out, then helped her get.