I was now stroking my cock and I took a step closer so my dick was just inches from her mouth. I got brave and put the tip on her lips. She slid her t...ngue out and licked the tip. I pressed my cock against her lips and she opened her mouth. I slid it inside her mouth and she closed her mouth around it and started to lick and suck, she still had her eyes closed so I thought she must be doing this in her sleep.I looked down at her tits and decided I needed to play with them. I opened her robe up. " The second time is what I like to remember. Sitting in that tub with you pouring water over my hair like a ritual bath. Me kissing the pain away where I'd bruised you. That was our real first time."Her tears broke loose. "That whole week I felt like a prisoner waiting to die, but that first night here with you was magic for me, too." You have to understand, I didn't call Lydia because I wanted to. I don't want her in our lives or to be her friend, but I couldn't lie about the fact that I. Men take turns cumin where they please, in me and on me.my ass and throat receive more piss, and my face is shoved in a puddle of piss and sex juices on the floor, which I obediently lick up.Master bends me over the coffee table as the men talk about me. They laugh at my stretched and dripping holes, and talk about what they think would fit in me. Master ties my wrists and knees to the legs of the coffee table, and gives me a rough spanking.I hear the door open and shut. The men are still. My head just nudging against her. “Go on, you little slut, fuck me,” I said She pushed herself onto me, my cock parting her wetness and entering her warm, sopping cunt. She began to move back and forth, using me perhaps as much as I was using her. We fucked like that, both of us moving, in her hallway. She was gasping loudly, saying how much she enjoyed my cock. I, too, was saying how much I missed her. How much I missed her breasts, her mouth, her cunt. I fucked her hard. I ramming into her.