Burke then turned me over my knees, putting my head against the pillows and my round ass in the air. He looked at Jonas, telling: “Look what a fanta...tic butt has this little white slut! He then shoved two of his fingers between my wet pussy lips, telling me that he wanted to be sure I was wet enough, because he did not want to tear me apart.I then asked if they had any condoms and both just laughed. Burke whispered:“We don't use condoms when we fuck white bitches… you will get full treatment!”. I was honestly in total shock! There were my wedding rings, covered in His cum and whatever juice dripped from me, and His statement that it was time to inform my husband about what was going on! 'How? What? Why?' They were all swimming around in my head. I got up and cleaned my rings. I then cleaned myself and then went to hold my baby. That night, in bed, my husband felt frisky but I remembered Daddy's instructions about my holes belonging to Him and had to make up a stupid excuse and then. Within a few strokes her head was pressed against the wall and she was chanting "Yes... yes... yes" in time with my wild plunges. The cum soon came boiling out of my balls and my twitching prick delivered spurt after spurt of it deep into her luscious cunt.Before Lauren could move, I dropped to my knees behind her and started eating her pussy. In her bent-over position, my tounge had easy access to her tasty charms. She'd begun pinching her own nipples with one hand and very shortly began. Her naked back slowly came into view again. As the shirt went higher and higher, I quietly prayed that I would see her bra strap. Becky, please, I silently begged her, don't let him see your bare tits!Finally the shirt popped up over her breasts, but it was still low enough in the back that I couldn't see if a bra strap was there. But David's eyes got wide and he mouthed a low "woooow." Becky giggled. I strained as hard as I could to see what he was looking at. I hoped it was just her bra, but.