Finally I'm all the way in. I imagine a nice tight wonderful pussy engulfing my cock. Now I'm stroking it relentlessly. Imagining making love to her u...til finally I feel my cock harden and out comes my load. I roll over go to sleep happy, thinking about her laying next to me.I work in the store Monday through Saturday. I don't have time to go out and do anything considering how tired I am at the end of the day. Well this particular Saturday evening I decided it would be wise to go out and sit. "Am I a girl now?" she smirked, rubbing my nose gently with hers."Yeah," I breathed. "You're definitely a girl."She smiled and leaned in for another sweet kiss. "Good. I'm glad we got that settled. Now let's go swimming."From then on we went everywhere holding hands. We kissed goodnight and cuddled on the couch. There were no steamy make out sessions yet, and we never investigated anything that was covered up by clothing; our romance was pretty much like a made for TV movie. We were far too. Sunday morning came, and it was to be the end of Lynette's torture gift weekend. The grand finale, so to speak, would start at one.At one o'clock, I made my way to the basement, Jane at my side. Lynette was already strapped to the cot, her wrists fastened to the straps on the side with a thick belt around her waist attaching her body to the table. Her legs were held splayed wide open by two stirrups, much like a gyno chair. Her ankles, knees and thighs were strapped in to the padded stirrups.. She came with a force I had never noted before, as she let loose a stream of cum, squirting at the ground at my feet. Another jet slipped from her cunt, splashing her own thighs was her juice, and another that her hand deflected to fall on the carpet in the living room. Brittany was oblivious to me. All I cared about at that moment was the submissive slut that was heaving uncontrollably against my chest. Her blue eyes looked up at me, a smile that only a woman in post-coitus bliss could have.