I so not care for eating my own cum, I avoid it in fact. But not so much that I will not go down on my girl after sex, or not kissing her if she goes ...own on me. I do not equate tasting my own cum as being gay. At those times it is part of my way of giving thanks for sharing pleasure with me.”“Yeah, kinda like when I kiss a guy after he goes down on me.”“Yep, same thing. Are you familiar with the term ‘red wings’?”“Eww, yes. You can’t be in the Air Force and not heard that joke.”“Well, I have. I was so empty, and my pussy clenched. The head of her dildo pushed, and couldn’t fit with my clenching. She spanked me, making me spasm, and forced her way in. I screamed as my walls expanded for her huge cock. “Do you like it when Your woman cums?” She asked, spanking me again, ceaselessly fucking my pussy. “Then fucking suck her harder!” she said thrusting in me even deeper and I came all over his face, soaking his beard and neck. “That’s my good girl. You like to feel good don’t you?” She. They were clearly joking but I think Lauren enjoyed the attention and eventually agreed to look at what Kim had. Kim grabbed her suitcase and the girls went back into the bedroom and closed the door. All of the guys, myself included, waited anxiously to see how Lauren would look.The girls were in the bedroom for maybe ten minutes. We could hear them whispering, but couldn't make out what they were saying. A couple of times we could hear them laughing. Finally, the bedroom door creaked open and. ‘That’s more like it.’ Julia murmured to her friend. For some slaves a mouth shield would have been used to protect their mouths and tongues from biting. However the appearance of a skivvy was of no importance, nor would it matter if she bit her tongue right off. After all it wouldn’t prevent her from cleaning.As the whipping continued the Ladies took less notice of it and chatted generally. Julia had become increasingly attracted to Lucillia and secretly hoped the favour she was going to.