” “I am glad.” She is catching her breath and in deep thought. There is a moment of silence as she relaxes. I simply rub her thighs. “Can you ...eturn the favor?”I ask after she seems to have recovered. “What do you mean?” “Can you give me an orgasm like I gave you? “Do I have to? How?” “You could use your fingers, or your mouth, or…” She looks shocked. She hesitates. “Show me how to use my fingers.” I undo my belt and push my shorts to my knees. My penis springs forward, but the blanket keeps it. As always, your tits, so full and firm, were an instant distraction. Your arms were behind your neck and your eyes were down cast. "May I approach you, Master?" you said. "Yes, slave, come down here to me," I answered. As you descended the stair case I could see the muscles of your long legs work to carry your lean body gracefully down each step. "May I touch you, Master?" you asked cautiously as you reached the bottom of the steps.. "Yes, slave, you may touch me," I answered. My eyes searched. I started to fuck Carmen harder and faster, but still managed to keep the sound down. After a few minutes of relentless fucking, I could feel an orgasm mounting. I had no intention of pulling out as I was obsessed with soiling my best friend’s mother with my spunk in front of her husband. As I felt Carmen’s pussy starting to quiver, I whispered into her ear, ‘I’m going to cum.’ ‘Almost there, lover….just a little longer.’ Carmen begged looking into my eyes. Somehow I found the strength to. Seeing her lips stained with Danny's shit, her hair soaked their piss and her eye red and swollen from his own cum, he felt one final orgasm approaching, and aimed his cock before firing a final load.She felt the warm wet splash of her cum on her face as she lay crying in the dirt. She knew she should wipe it up and eat it, but she simply couldn't. The pain in her gut and the freezing cold were overpowering, and they were merely icing on the cake of her deep, throbbing shame and humiliation..