Oh dammit, look what you’ve made me say, something quite insulting.’ ‘Rein in baby, I’m not offended.’ The fluffed up woman looked ready to ...op Flint one. ‘How dare you call me baby, in this country that’s an endearment used by a man to his lady friend.’ ‘You grouched about me calling you ma’am, or rather prohibited me from calling you that, leaving me with few options.’ She studied him carefully and said he looked like he’d slept under a hedge. ‘I did.’ ‘Now you are teasing again.’ ‘I’m not, I. I explained to him that as his Mistress there would never be any actual sex between us. I assured him that all his sordid desires would be fulfilled despite this stipulation. In addition, during any encounter he would have with me, he would be hooded. The hood serves three purposes. First, by being hooded, the slave must immediately accept that his wellbeing now resides with his Mistress. He must relax and trust that anything his Mistress would require of him, it will not be beyond his capacity. As she increased the tempo, I followed suit. Her increased activity shown in her face as the TV flickered upon it. My own thrusts became increasingly forceful as Sharon moaned in approval. In a few short moments, Sharon's moans turned to wails as her pussy tightened around my throbbing cock. I could see across the way my friend's face was contorted in ecstasy. I came as Sharon and a girl whose name I didn't even know all came in sympathy. Three people whose lives somehow became intertwined, all. “I’m a whore”. Again! “I’m a fucking whore”. It was aweome to hear her say it with such conviction. Then her husband had his pants of and pulled her face onto his dick and she started to suck him off. The view was enough to finish me so I pulled out and finished on her tits…she didn’t even look…just let it happen. I grabbed her hand and put in on her chest and she instinctively knew what I wanted. So as she sucked off her husband she rubbed her tits, spreading my load all over them. I’d been.