That was the irony of our Saturdays; I was the slave, but he had to do all the work. There was not much I could do tied up.It smelled like eggs and ba...on, and my mouth salivated as I knelt beside him on the kitchen floor. "That smells good, Master," I purred.He smiled down at me and we chatted. The usual married couple topics: friends, family, work. The sort of breakfast conversations you'd see at any house across America. Bacon and eggs didn't take long to cook, and soon he dumped the eggs and. I often thought so myself; but then I would go to the apartment, and there would be Christy, my enthusiastic gorgeous lover; the doubts and guilt would drain out of me.Nothing that felt so good could be denied.At her apartment one afternoon, she was lying on top of me with my exhausted cock shrinking slowly inside her, as I stroked her back.“Why me, Christy? You could have had any man you wanted.” I asked her.“Because I wanted you, silly. I always thought you were sexy.”“But I’m so much older. It was working! Just a few more minutes and there would be no turning back. He had a brief moment of doubt, but then he thought about what was ahead and, as his cock rose, his fears disappeared."Lie down on the bed," he told his sister, pushing open the door to his bedroom."Bet you never said that to any other girl," she snickered, but she did as he said, putting her blond head on the pillows. "Now what?"Bud slipped on the dopey black cape he'd been using to turn himself into Bundini the. Then she started to suck my cock and started to lick her pussy . I spread her pussy lips and I licked her. I could feel my cock going into her mouth and she licking it with her tongue. She was sucking my cock so good and playing with my balls. I was licking her pussy and then I licked her clit. She gave me a suck and pressed her lips around my shaft. It was awesome.We both enjoyed the oral sex and kissed and we both could feel the juices on our lips and around our mouths.She grabbed my cock and.