”Doreen took offence to that remark and replied, “Look ma’am, we might be extremely fertile girls but we aren’t sluts. In fact that was the on...y time that I had sex, believe it or not. And besides, my sisters have steady boyfriends. So there.”I was smiling to myself as my wife went away, embarrassed.The rest of the day went very smoothly. Doreen’s mother came to pack everything up and cart it back to her car. I did the same thing.Before her mother had arrived I had been talking to Doreen. I. He tells her to count eight more whippings before he will stop. She knows he just wants to hear her voice crack, but if she does not speak loud enough then it doesn't count. She got 14 more whippings instead of eight. She loved it, but she hated it all at once. She was his good fuck whore, and he was satisfied with her beating for now.He told her to sit on her knees with her mouth open and she must remain still. She was totally exposed as he walked around her naked body. All she wanted was his. They captured mine. Bright blue and sensual, they were sexy eyes, in spite of his being at least 20 years my senior. I could fuck this guy, I thought. I couldn’t help but wonder if his expression of interest indicated that he was thinking along those same lines. ‘Armando, can I get a cup of hot chai tea once you’ve waited on these nice people?’ I asked, not wanting to offend. I pulled my hands from his and stepped back. ‘Of course,’ he said, ‘but these are not just customers, Tori. These are. He would fuck me for hours before cumming and I would have to take breaks once or twice. But hearing him say how much he loved watching his cock go in and out of my pussy, and how he going to fill my hole with his juices, and make sure I never forget how good it feels in me, so I come back for more because as he would say-- that's the only time I'm the real me. Other than that we all have to play the role in public, but only we know (him and I), how behind doors. I belong to him and go from.