“I guess we both like being fucked by a real stud.”Bobby’s thrusts continued, and he was hitting my sweet spot. He felt good going in and good c...ming out. As his fucking quickened I knew he was about to cum and pump a big load in my ass pussy. I was in heaven as he finally unloaded with a series of violent strokes and I was about to cum myself. His strokes stopped and all two hundred pounds of his naked body collapsed on top of me. It was at that moment that I shot my load, maybe the hardest. .. I don't know if it was part of the change, or the training, but I began to like what she did to me: I liked wearing sexy lingerie and tight uniforms; I was proud if she praised my work; I even began to like the spankings!Oh, and I loved - love - being her lesbian slavegirl. A few weeks after she changed me was the first time - the first time she took me. It was wonderful, Miss! She dressed me in a lacy white babydoll and made me worship her for what seemed like hours. She made me lick her. I went back to him.I held his cock in my hand, started to strike, and told him that he could fuck me for some time. He was very happy, and I saw his dick getting bigger now. He held my head and sucked my lips. He pushed my head towards his dick. I tried to stop, but he was not in the mood.I don’t want to waste time talking, so I went on with sucking his huge black cock. I took his cock in my hand and rubbed it. I tried to go closer to his cock. But it smelled really bad as he didn’t take a. Being dressed like a cheap whore as she scooted through the house added to her excitement.She went through her checklist in detail;large quilt, small pillow, bottle of water based lube, two large bottles of drinking water, two energy bars, bar of soap, wash cloth and towel, pepper spray, quick change of clothes, sneakers, short black wrap-around skirt, and tube top. And of course the soiled scented pair of panties in the baggie. She had kept the baggie in the freezer hoping it would preserve.