Every time I closed my eyes I saw the image of that asshole raising his fist and slamming it into her beautiful face and I just wanted to hurt him bad...y.As I left the building, I looked up and saw a beautiful Red Mustang GT pulling into the parking lot. I was muscle car crazy. I always had been so I couldn't help scrutinizing the car and its driver. The car was amazing. It had an after-market exhaust system that made its exhaust note low and powerful. There had obviously been some work done on. Tom's cum, which seemed to stick to my skin like warm taffy, was nowmelting. I could feel his seed sliding down my back and butt,running down the back of my thighs. Ted must have finished, becauseTom stepped back from me and said laughingly, for his brother'sbenefit, "man I shot a BIG wad on Johnny".It was obviously clean-up time, and Tom shocked me by putting hiscupped fingers between his legs and scooping up what looked like alarge phlegmy hawker. I don't know if it was his b*o's semen orjust. Initially, some of the most rough and demanding Masters labelled him as a sub playing dom. This continued until one of them tried to abuse one of his slaves. He continued to be polite while, at the same time, beating the crap out of him, then gave him a few months to recover and think about respect. Needless to say, no-one ever disrespected him or his slaves anymore. We spoke frequently and he told me that he was a widower, aged around forty, and wasn’t very rich – actually he hardly had any. “He took me and my husband to Barney’s Bar where he had me pretend to be his wife and had a complete stranger fuck me at our table and then I gave the guy’s friend a blow job.”“That’s something Dan would do. He loves watching other men fuck his girls.” Karen could feel her pulse quickening wanting to taste the flavour of their beautiful, sensual looking longhaired brunette.“I know Tina and Wendy are likely in bed but Lisa is also here for another reason. Would you like to tell Karen why or I.