She started rumors that he was cheating onher all these years. Well that was enough. I could accept him making the choiceto marry such a cunt. I could...accept him letting her take control ofeverything. I could even accept that for some bazaar reason, other men wantedto fuck her. But I could not accept that once he started to get his balls back.She would resort to slander. It took me nearly six months before I could get all theequipment I needed for her punishment and retraining. Then one. (And I loves my bourbon!). I re-inserted two fingers this time and pushed a little farther inside her. I stroked her G spot for a few seconds and listened to her begin to moan. Her mouth opened slightly as she rolled her head back and moved her free hand between her legs to mine trying to push my fingers further up inside her. I again withdrew my hand to taste her but didnt quite make it. Because her hand was holding mine, she had no trouble placing my soaked fingers in her own mouth. She. As soon as its pointy tip touched her lips she sucked it in with a deep breath. The Wolf reacted instantly and thrust forward driving his cockhead past her tonsils and down her throat passage."Mmmmmm-mmmmm!" Britney moaned enthusiastically at the fresh cock in her mouth. 'I... I love doggy dicks!' She thought to herself as she concentrated on blowing the Wolf cock.Meanwhile the Wolf trying to get into her cunt was humping frustratingly at her, his cockhead bouncing off her ass, or up her ass. She blushed with embarrassment, but seemed to be unable to stop herself."You will find," Lord Phelps said letting her hard, crinkled, saliva coated nipple slip from his sucking lips, "that being a wanton slut is a lot more fun than being a moralistic prig." But, Amy thought, as her body continued to move seemingly beyond her control, having fun is not the goal of life. Besides, continued her thoughts as a deep moan came from her throat, I don't want to be a slut. Amy made a Herculean effort to.