She moved out of the way but kept diddling Christy's twat. She pulled me over into position and pushed when I got lined up. I slammed deep into that s...ft warm juicy pussy. Once I hit bottom, I felt Christy clamp down on me. She was a real snapper. I don't see how men managed to last long fucking this spitfire. She started praising my prowess, letting the entire world know about it."OH GOD" she shouted. "Momma you were so right. He is better than Jeremy, Byron and all the others combined. YES.. ..- "es que me gusta tu culo mami" "no quieres que te coja?"cruzo la calle corriendo y comenzo a caminar rapido volteando a ver si todabia la estaba siguiendo, en este momento sentia que debia irme a la casa ya que habia agarrado un culo muy bueno y aunque no fue gran cosa era lo suficiente como para llegar y hacerme la paja, pero decidi quedarme caminando y esperando a otra nena un rato mas y menos mal que lo hice, al rato de agarrare el culo a la nena paso una madura como de 46 años, era. That was only fair; she was making me hard again.When I felt I had edged her enough, and felt more than ready myself, we did something about it, slowly this time, and gently. Yet, when we fucked, it was lovely, and there was lots of stroking, kissing, and hugging. It was amazing, as if we had been making love for years rather than having been strangers a few hours ago.We did, finally, get some sleep.As supper approached, I asked if she had some nicer clothes. The Vermillion Room is an upscale. At least once a week Mistress would organize a BDSM party similar to the one described in the first part of my tale. Sue and I would be required to serve the food and drinks to the guests and submit to any requests from the guests. Mistress Rebecca often attended these events and would single me out for some special attention in the dungeon. She delighted in using a different apparatus to torment me each time she visited. I had been stretched upon the rack, had my shoulders almost dislocated.