It was followed by another and another and my drunken mind figured out he was pumping cum up me and I loved it. My boyfriend had always pulled out. Wh...n he was finished cumming he pulled out of me, and stood up. He didnt bother to pull my skirt down. I heard him zip his pants up, and he said something like thanks for the fuck cunt, Ill lock up for you. Then he just left. I dont know how long I lay on the bathroom floor it seemed like days but later my friends told me I was only missing for. " She said in my ear, her voice now an octave higher and breathy as I pumped in and out of her.I did just that, slamming in and out of her as she clung to me, wrapping her spike heels around my ass and her slim arms around my neck, raking her nails along my back and grinding her hips around in little circles as I drove in and out of her. I kept at it, pounding and drilling her as she kept her thighs wide and begged me to pull out and finish "Put your cream on your Crystal-slut's tongue" she. I replied and she showed me a picture of him. I must say he was a very handsome white man but looked to be late 30's, she must of saw a weird look on my face because she replied yes... he is about 12 years older then she was, but he was very wealthy and treated her well he was also much more mature than those she dated her own age. Later that evening I was staying alone but it was still early and light out, as I looked outside the patio I saw the black man walk up to our complex.She lived. But in the process, she had failed inher responsibilities to Sissy.As she headed out toward her coffee pot, she remembered letting Derekbeat Sissy last night - and how he had hurt him. She remembered theway Derek had tied Sissy to his perch last night - because he didn'ttrust Sissy. And she remembered how she had shown Derek the way sheraped Sissy's ass last night... and the way that Sissy had again orgasmedfor her... or was it for both of them? No matter.She knew all last night that she was.