Running his hand through my hair he was certainly on the edge of his orgasm, as I proceeded to suck him and run my tongue over his japs eye. Grabbing ...is balls in my hand and wanking him with my other he was slowly coming.Then with out warning he groaned "I'm coming", and with that warning I carried on as he shot his load in my mouth, thick gloopy spunk shot down my throat as I struggled to swallow it all, but swallow I did. He said "That was awesome the last time he didn't let me cum in his. " I did as I wasasked, exposing my puckered hole to Natasha. She smeared some lubricantover the plug and rubbed a little bit around the edge of my hole, thenput the plug against my opening. She pushed it gently, twisting it asit went in. I groaned as it entered me, feeling it fill me. Withinseconds, the whole thing was inside me, except for the flared end.Natasha pulled my panties up, then helped me stand upright andstraightened my dress out."Now, Stephanie, try walking across the room again.". I came hard, and then I came again. During the second one, he filled my pussy with his cum.We went back to the conference.I knew that we were going to do this for the next three days — the rest of the conference. That every chance we got his cock would be inside me, in my mouth or my cunt or even my ass if he wanted. Anything he wanted. I was his slut. His conference slut. In fourteen hours (less than a day!) I had swallowed two loads of his cum, taken two loads in my cunt, and taken his load. Somehow, but not all that unusual, the conversation turned to sex. After about thirty minutes of the usual stuff, including me telling her about my marriage, she went off on a little bit of a path I had never traveled. “Have you ever been involved in any type of bondage?” she asked, very casually. I hesitated, almost embarrassed to ask, “What do you mean?” “Well, have you ever had sex with somebody who had physical control of you. I’m not talking about being raped or anything rough, but just.