It is not about whispered repentance, anyone can do that – whisper ‘sorry’ on their deathbed and believe that will be enough.She knows it will n...ver be enough, because she now understands true regret. It’s not lip-service, or a vague wish that you could change the past: it’s a rush of shame so strong it burns through you, changing you as it goes. Hammering you into a different shape, like a lump of metal at the hand of a blacksmith. Maybe that’s why they talk about hellfire.After she slipped. After three shots each the conversation turned to sex and she asked me what it was about her ass that I liked so much and I told her that I could spend more time describing the fantasy to her in words or I could show her how wonderful it would be for both of us if she would just grant me permission to completely devour that particular square inch of her body. She asked what was in it for her and I told her frankly that if she would just relax and trust me that her body would answer that. Kissing her pussy lips then the insides of her legs, but not allowing her the joy of her clit.“please lick my pussy it’s aching, haven’t you teased me enough”. She saidI licked all around the lips and found her clit then I licked it softly and started to suck on it. She started to feel good and I could hear her moaning.I took one finger and put it in her tight virgin pussy slowly. Getting her ready ad wet for what was to come.I pulled off my shorts and put the head of my 8-inch thick cock at. She came so hard when he shot his big load of cum in my mouth. The cum dribbled from my chin and she told me that if I couldn't fuck like a man, I should at least learn to suck cock like the bitch I am. Then she told me to lick all his cum off the floor and thank him for letting me be so close to his manhood. I must admit the humiliation was more than I could take and I begged him to let me do it again, I knew I could do it better if only I could do it again. She wouldn't let me, instead I had.