I looked at Brent with my glaring and now tear filled eyes. "Is this true Brent?" I managed to choke. "Baby, I'm sorry, you waited too lo...g to go down on me." Brent said with a slight smile. "You're such a little tease, bitch. You've dated half of us and only fucked one, barely. You need a real man, a dominant man." Parker said pushing me to the floor. "It's your chance to finally fuck her without her telling you what to do." Justin informed Brent. Brent shrugged. ‘You were about to bid, Connie. You haven’t gone to the birds too, have you—like Crazy Betty next door?’ Connie turned to the woman sitting next to her, her best friend, Vicky, who drank coffee and gossiped with her for hours on end every weekday morning, and saw her for the first time in her life. She had been using ‘crazy’ with Betty’s name in her thoughts herself just now—but hearing it verbalized jolted and embarrassed her—and it made her feel little bitchy. ‘Excuse me,’ Connie said, as she. This triggers his orgasm and he pumps his seed deep inside of me. I can't do anything but close my eyes and moan in pleasure. When we are both done, Master unties me and removes my gag. Quickly, he reattached the cuffs on my wrists. “Clean this mess up, you slut!” He orders. Without hesitation, I clean him off and when there is not a drop of our combined juices remaining on him, I lick the cum that had spilled out of us onto the bed. I am wondering what to do about the juices inside of me, when. " My Mom, her tone soft and sweet, "It's ok, honey, when Dad lathered me up I often could feel his stiffness on me. I often thought he might just fuck me right then and there." "Mom," I said, shocked by a frankness I had never heard from her. She just smiled and looked back down and went on sunbathing. Nothing else remotely interesting happened the rest of the afternoon, but I was greatly distracted. After touching my mom, all I wanted to do was touch her more. All my Mother-fucking fantasies.