Your master’s getting one used bitch back tonight” He zipped himself up and walked off. I couldn’t get up, I just lay there, feeling the sorenes... in my bottom tingle and sting. My blouse was rumpled and the blazer was torn and stained, my skirt was dirty and my panties were full of cum. My face was crusty with dried spunk too, and my make-up had run with my crying. I heard a car start up, and idle over. I looked around fearfully, eyes wide, expecting another stranger, but with relief recognized. I discovered that my explanation for my unusual behavior of late was turning both of us on. I didn't go into the nasty details. I didn't tell him about the lifestyle that we have recently adopted in our home. I didn't tell him about Tommy fucking my daughter. But I told him that Tommy more or less owned me two days a week and my family was aware of it. It excited him to hear about it as much as it turned me on to tell it.Kent turned me around and forced me to my knees in front of him. His hard. Relinquishing my grip, I moved my right hand to her little hole. With all the saliva I generated, the pointer finger slid in easily. The thumb and middle finger stroked the little clits as I sucked on the large one.I tried pushing out and into her mind as she did me. I followed a thin tendril back and wormed my way in, pushing the walls of her mind wider, as I went. There was very little resistance of any kind, as I searched for anything I could find that would help me understand the Tandra. I. Without her, I doubt if we could have landed the hovercar account." Good for you!" The reporter stroked her long red hair. "Did you like doing all those businessmen?" Well, sometimes it kind of hurted," Becky answered seriously, "but that's okay," she perked, "'cause I'm a masoskist!" She's precious!" The reporter laughed and gave Becky's clit a friendly tickle. "You're going to have to come over and play in my dungeon sometime. Okay?" Okay!" Becky hopped up and down on the nice lady's flicking.