After that Tom stood up and removed his pants and boxers. My sugar daddy started rubbing lube in my hole as he told me I will let Tom use anyway he wa...ted. But not to worry he will stay within our boundaries. That helped me feel a little better. Tom told me to crawl to him and take my cock in my mouth to help him to get ready for my ass. As I reached up to take his cock I could smell a foul smell and realized he had not bathed. So now I had to suck a dirty, smelly black cock. It didn't take. ” She replied instantly.“Who do you belong to?” I asked.“You, master.” She again replied instantly, “I’m your dirty little pain slut master.”“Yes you are.” I spat on her face, “just a dirty pain slut only good for my amusement.” I growled at her.“Yes master.” She said with tears welling up in her eyes.“I want to hear you say it.” I told her.“I’m a dirty pain slut only good for you to use and abuse.” She said her voice cracking.I spat on her again, “that’s right you’re just a fuckhole for me to. They saw what I saw close up.This vision of maybe late 30's or early 40's had leaned over to help me and her luscious softball sized breasts had fallen out of her gown and were dangling, tantalizingly close to my lips. One actually grazed my lips as she helped up. Whew! That was not the only thing she helped "up".The laughter and cat calls from my crew soon died into the background as this lovely young woman, helped me up, smiled so sweetly and said, "Don't forget, you promised to come back in. " I do?" She smiled and I knew what the girl wanted to hear. "Am I pretty, Billy?" No," I teased her for a second. "You're way more beautiful than that."I moved my hand up to her tummy and slid my fingers upward from there, feeling her sweet body through the satin and then the lace decorating the twin speed bumps she called tits. They weren't much more than big nipples, but Mary hadn't worn a bra beneath that fancy white gown either and I could feel them already hard and puffy as I rubbed.