As Angel felt these things she kept giving her Master her encouraging comments. Begging him to empty his pleasure into her.Then it happened. The swe...ling. The thrusting. He exploded into her rectum. Angel could feel his seed splashing against the internal walls of her bowels. Every time he pushed into her she would call out her encouragements. After each release of his energy he would remain deeply embedded in her until his body called for another release. Then he would withdraw and ram. " She muttered, as he walked away.She didn't have too long to wait before Walter showed up. There was no unexplained urge to stand up and greet him with a hug – she considered that a point in his favor.After a awkward hello, he sat next to her and got to business."So, what did you find out? Who went where?" Mr. Phillips was returning from a business meeting in Flint and bought his wife flowers for their anniversary. The receipt she was able to dig up shows he bought them in that shop over. Sex... oh, god! Oh, god! Ohhhh!!... OHHHH!!!... oh, shit, I've creamed my knickers!My hands had already paused in their ministrations and now I removed them from her smooth skin as I closed my eyes and awaited the inevitable consequences. They weren't long in coming (just as I hadn't been) as Mistress Angel sat up on her lounger and ordered me to raise the hem of my dress. She took one look at the large sticky stain that was spreading slowly across the lacy panel in front of my panties before. ”“I thought you would never take the hint.” at that, Anita swung around and found my lips with her own, and we kissed passionately. Our tongues intertwined and our hands began to grope each other’s body, removing articles of clothing. I squeezed her bare breasts in my hands, her erect nipples pressing into my palms. Then, when we were both fully naked, I ran my hands along her inner thighs and ever so lightly brushed her swollen and glistening pussy lips.As Anita moaned her approval, I slid her.