I want to feel you sucking the stiff nipples on my big titties. I want to French kiss you again and again. I just want to be used and abused, master... After all, I am your slave girl.”“Yes, you are little C, and don’t you ever forget it! Now move over here to the side of the bed on you hands and knees. I’m going to bust your cherries both front and back before I’m finished with you. Spread your legs and reach back and spread your labia. This is going to hurt to begin with, but it will. The meal was excellent but I have no recollection of what it was. Whilst we ate she turned on the tv just to see what was on and of course it was Saturday Night at the London Palladeum hosted by a young Bruce Forsyth so Sarah started to watch and suggested I have my bath first and then try on my other part of her wedding gift a nice set of silk pyjamas though Indidn,t expect to wear them long. Not that I needed another bath having had one the previous night at the home of my best man where I,do. .”Stephen should have guessed. He knew that somewhere there would be a catch. Nothing in life is free, he thought.“Silly me” Stephen was thinking. “I thought Latoya and her friend were just after a bit of cock for themselves and that bit of cock was going to my lucky little penis. Nothing in life is every that simple, is it?” Stephen was thinking this but said nothing. He just stood their in his birthday suit with his willie hanging limply and slightly to the left of his balls. He looked at. “I need to feel you cumming in me.”How I managed to hang on for so long, still amazes me. I had her get on top of me and then we ended up with me pounding her as she knelt on the bed, and me standing beside it, holding on to her hips, my cock buried deep inside of her, as she lowered her head into the folds of her crossed arms. I shot my load deep inside of her, as she continued to beg me to not stop.I launched myself on to the bed as she lay beside me, an arm stretched out across me. I must.