He pulled back out of my mouth and I gasped and tried to retch. He gave me a couple breaths to calm my throat and then shoved back down my throat. "L...ok at me whore. You are going to have to learn how to deep throat if you want to be my slaveslut. This is an important part of pleasing me," he said. I looked at him and nodded slightly. He pulled back out and I gasped from breath again. "Now I'm going to face fuck you slut and if you are real lucky, I may even cum down that pretty little. The same is true for CD’s and T-girls. And most men are lonely, frustrated, and horny, therefore somewhat desperate. Those seeking CD’s aren’t going to laugh, because that’s what they want. Why? Because they don’t have to buy presents, buy dinners, go out on dates, send flowers, or make promises, all in the hope that maybe they will get lucky. With us, they know they’re going to get a good sucking off and a good fuck, the same goes for us. We know we will be desired, lusted after, and that. This felt amazing, just as it did the day before. He loved the heat. He loved the friction. He loved the tightness. He loved the slick feeling of her lovely backdoor around his cock. He loved how aggressive he got to be and how enthusiastically, how ardently his lover pushed back at him with her sweet hips and ass.“You’re lovin’ it, aren’t you, dear? Good! I want you hooked on me! I want you to have thousands of reasons to stay. I’m yours now and you’re mine! We’ll have others, of course, but. To celebrate the formation of the new company, we would have an excursion to Freeport. I would rent a couple of suites in a fancy hotel in Freeport, and we would have a ball. Of course, I would use some of our week in Freeport to take care of the gold business.Such an excursion would require that I hire a private plane to ferry us to Freeport and back. We, especially the women, would have gobs of baggage. However, each piece of baggage would contain some of our gold. A 40-pound limit in each.