Her orgasm washes over her and starts to subside, but he does not stop. Just as she catches her breath, a second orgasm washes over her. Her legs clam... together again. And he still does not stop. Even before she can catch her breath, a 3rd orgasm hits her. Her hips are thrusting up into his face, her gushing pussy is flooding he face with her cum, and she knows she must have him inside of her right then. She pulls on his shoulders and he moves up her body. She greedily licks her own juices from. "Of course!" laughs Training Mistress. "You are such a thoughtful shitslave."John holds his panties open and they begin to fill...and fill, and fill."Your asshole is so stretched from Goddess' cock that your shit looks likeit's falling out!" quips Training Mistress. "Hmm, that is something toconsider," Training Mistress muses, almost talking to herself. "If thisdoesn't work out as hoped, perhaps I will keep your asshole like thatpermanently and not allow you to control your bowels at all!". Then she backed away slightly, and, still with hands clasped behind her, used her tongue to capture my limp cock, and slowly sucked it deep into her mouth. She moved slowly along its length, working her tongue around it, not just sucking it, but washing it. Finally, she had her nose pressed hard against my abdomen, with my balls against her chin. By now, my cock was starting to get interested again, despite my earlier, massive climax, and started to grow to fill her mouth and throat.She moaned. My wife was sitting there, on the edge of the bed; her hair was tied up in one towel, while she was perched on the other, trying to reach places which only a year before had been in close proximity, now unfamiliarly difficult to reach.She looked at me dolefully, her eyes red from more, I suspected, than simply soap and water.I grabbed another towel and sat behind her to dry her back. As I patted her down, I felt her shaking. She was sobbing.I put my hands on her shoulders and said softly, "Hey,.