I could tell he had been playing alone for a while, he looked sweaty, and I could see his cock was shinning from all his precum. I came towards the be..., and the first words out of my mouth were "I think I may have done a bad thing." My husband seemed to get even harder at that moment and grabbed my wrist flinging me into the bed. His voice quivered as he demanded "Tell me. What kind of bad thing did you do?". I could tell he was excited to hear that I was bad. So I began to tell him what. Now, as unsuccessful as I’d been in getting past third base, I had honed my skill with my hands to the point where I could cause a reaction just like what Mrs. Fletcher was going through. After a good chunk of time she calmed down, pulling her hand from between her legs and looking at it. Her fingers glistened with her own juices and clung between her fingers like sticky nectar. Yeah, I knew what it tasted like, I’d only gone down on one girl but I was eager to do it again. But that wasn’t. "Oh, Peter. Here it comes. Don't spit it out. Just swallow it. Do it like how I used to do it."Peter groaned as loud as he could. Joe suddenly stopped thrusting, but he kept his cock deep in Peter's mouth. Peter could feel the eruption transpiring inside his oral cavity. The sudden warmth that originated from the incoming short bursts already made him realize the reality of the situation. Large amounts of thick warm imports flooded his mouth. A couple of little drips escaped from his mouth and. I even went with it and bobbed up and down on it a couple of times and then suddenly everything in me just wanted to get out and run. I even pulled off for a few seconds and he asked me what my fucking problem was. The slave in me saved my ass, because as soon as I even thought about getting out, the slave told me that my Master would be mad as hell at me if I stopped now, because that would make me a “Prick Teaser” and knowing how you feel about that, the slave took over and made the guy.