You feel my tongue and inhale sharply.Your entire body is electrified.Slowly, gently at first, I begin to make love to you with my mouth.Then more fir...ly, eating you.Finally a rhythm.My lips pressing and pulling at your shaven pink softness, my tongue in and out of you--you are so wet!-- then massaging your clit.Over and over and over and over and over.Your quietest voice, breathless, "....oh my god, oh my god...."The experience you have dreamed about countless times is now a reality. The. Greg apparently had never met such a cock monster as I as he was moaning in a matter of a couple of minutes. He tried pushing me away but I kept slurping on his dick as hard and as wet as I could. The one good thing about normal sized cocks is that I can deep throat them with incredible ease, and Iwas mashing my lips against his pelvis with every downward thrusts. I massaged his hairy balls in one hand . I guided one of Gregs hands to my tits and that was enough for him. I guess he never had. Once againMistress Tamela asserted her property rights by inserting her finger in theass. The inspection was then completed with a tap from the crop to the whitefemale's twat. Startled, the slave winced and was rewarded with a hard swatto her ass hearing "when you have been placed into a position you are not tomove". Finished, it was now the male's turn. The male was 35yrs old, 5'-9", a less than muscular 180lb build, hairy legs,and black hair that hung just below his ears. Mistress Tamela. And I knew how cheesy that sounded. Everything I seemed to be thinking lately seemed cheesy in some ways. And I knew exactly why. It was all because of her. But I’d let myself think this could be a possibility at the club. There it seemed so much easier, just her and me. There weren’t any other obstacles to get around, like age or job status. Now things were different as we lay in my bed, and I knew that come Monday in a classroom, things could only seem more complicated. Finally, I heard.