She leaned back, breaking our kiss as her hands traced up her body. She grabbed her tits and while looking at me, bit her lip as she rubbed her hands ...p and down. I leaned forward wanting to touch her as she put a hand on my chest and pushed me against the sofa. She quickly grabbed my belt and pants and undid them. My cock had a little more room. She reached behind me, pulled my pants away, and down until they were at my ankles. She slowly grabbed my cock that was still concealed under my. I felt something else as well. My stomach seemed to come alive, as if a thousand little tadpoles were wriggling around in there. A sudden need to throw up gave me no chance to avoid the woman beneath us, and I drenched her tiny boobies in a gush of white semen. Much to my surprise, however, was that it was not the only thing I threw up. Small, greenish things no bigger than a peanut, but much thinner, wriggled about in the fluid, tiny tentacles wriggling from their bodies. Maybe I had made them. On Friday, Mistress Angela wasn't home when I got home from work. I found a note on the table by the door. "Went to the spa and to get my nails done. Should be back around eight. Have dinner ready when I get home." I had a half-hour before I needed to start dinner, so I went to the basement and took a shower. Later that night, I was glad I did.I was putting dinner on the table when Mistress Angela came home. She sat down and showed me her fingernails. "How do you like my nails, slave?" They. Patrick’s dick is perfect, if there is such a thing. I began by licking and sucking gently on his balls before hungrily sucking on his big dick. I paused from time to time to make eye contact with him, the same eye contact that had rocked my world in the threesome. I don’t know why some women don’t like to suck cock. I love it. It gives me a rush of power, knowing I can turn someone on that much. I love the feel of it in my mouth. I love the sensation of sucking. I just love cock and it.