I pulled up from Alex and taking my throbbing cock in my hand ran it up and down her wet crack before stopping at the entrance and very slowly started...to push in, this was met with a muffled gasp but in the spirit of the sport Alex did push back on me making the interlocking movement a lot easier.Soon I was thrusting deep into Alex’s arse which in turn was forcing her head harder into Val’s crotch, Val started to shake as I thrust away pushing Alex deeper and harder but with my hands-on Alex’s. She took it to her lips and took a sip. I took the mug too and had a sip. She then took the mangalsutra from it and wore it around her neck again and poured the pee down the bowl. “What depraved things we do na?” She laughed, and we walked back to the bedroom.She lay down on the bed and pulled me on top of her. I entered her in one smooth motion and started fucking her. Since I was fucking her after a long time, I came rather fast and poured the whole lot deep into her womb. “There, I think I. . what was it? Blow your load into her cunt brain?" she mocked, "Did you do blow your load in her brain after all? Or did you drop to your knees, and kneel down between Sir's legs and worship her clit like a slave?" Brad tingled in humiliation and euphoria. How could it feel so liberating to be enslaved?"Your piggy worshiped his mistress like the fuck-slave he is." Brad breathed horsely, his eyes rolling upwards in pleasure as her fingertips trailed lightly down to his panty-line."Yeah I bet. He told me this story one nightafter a few drinks and he knew I was writing a book about sexualexperiences. I will not identify anyone by their last names. Itinvolved 3 people. As I write this I will emphasize conversationsbetween the parties as to allow the reader to better understand thisstory.MISS SUE; About early 60s, tall and average build, always short blondhaircut, very elegant and conservative dresser, skirt/blouse or sweater,fashionable dresses, occasionally pants and top. She.