Paul’s space at my side was not onlyempty but cold too, usually I would have got up, usedthe toilet then dressed before going down stairs, today...as slightly different, I was very sore between my legsfrom Paul’s more bestial excesses of Saturday night, Iwould probably need a long soak in the bath to ease thesoreness, maybe even a salt water bath, I’d have to seehow I felt after my first cup of coffee. I had a dressing gown on the back of the bedroom door;it was the. Then removed my ball gag saying...'cumon little sissy suck the cock.'i did for hours it felt like.. so big and hard i sucked and suck and she moaned. she started to face fuck me and i loved it even more. Then she stopped, replaced my gag and threw me on the bed putting my ass in the air. 'its time' she cried. i felt there was a tear in my dress. she had made a hole to get at my ass. it was so exciting i was even hornyer than before. she pulled up my head. bit my ear and said. 'good little. I was pleased with how it looked, and how I felt. After a few minutes of soaping up my skin, I freshened up my hair and managed to tie the long brown waves into a topknot. A cool breeze rushed in prompting the quick addition of more hot water to soften goosebumps rising up my arms and neck. I lay back in the tub so that only my head and chest were out of the water, nipples standing to attention. I let my mind drift to repeating the days events. The morning that had started so well, then the. She said that it seemed to excite them more. I told her that it excited me more too. Then Betty Jo asked me if it was all right to swear around the house in front of me and of course I told her that it was okay.Then she invited me to take a shower with her. We had sex one more time before she fell asleep in my bed. I cuddled into her ass and held her breast as I fell asleep.The next morning was Sunday. I started out by fucking her before either one of us had a chance to take a piss. Betty Jo.