His massive cock flopping out of my ass. I looked in the mirror of the restroom. My hair was a messed up, there was cum on my tank top and my one leg ...as shinny from the lube. I put my blue panties on and could feel my man’s cum beginning to drip out of my ass. I reached for my ripped yellow T shirt and wiped the lube from my leg the stuffed it into the trash can. “sorry about your shirt babe” my man said “its ok” I replied “maybe you can but me some sexy clothes” I followed and he winked. I. “Yes, sir,” she said to him, determined to be as good as her word to Jennie, her mistress. “Topless it is.”Kristen then asked him then how she should go about taking off her clothes for him. She was determined to please him, and there was this little part of her that kept pushing her to be a slutty as possible.Karl smiled then and said: “Do it real dirty. While you’re doing it, say that you’re my whore.”“Your whore?” Kristen asked him smiling.“My whore!” he said stubbornly.Then she went and. ’ ‘Very Well, then. You have my word this shall remain secret. Does that satisfy?’ ‘Oh, Yes Sir!’ And Johnny unbuckled his pants, facing the Captain, and dropped them about his ankles. Silky stepped forward, and the Captain knew her secret. ‘By ‘is blood, you are a woman!’ he whispered under his breath. ‘And a virgin, M’Lord. What do you desire of me?’ ‘I cannot treat you like a common whore, Johnny Silk, what is your name, anyway, since Johnny tis not?’ ‘Silky St. John, at your service, Sir.’. Often, you help dress me in my sexiest underwear as I prepare for a date out for the evening and you stay home alone, enjoying your thoughts of my being pleasured by a well-endowed lover. When I come home from these dates, I describe the sex in excruciating detail while I fondle and tease your cock while you pleasure my dripping pussy with your talented tongue and taste the man whom I have been with.Since you still wear Madam Clara’s “wife”, as I tell you the details of my date, you make the.