Her mouth opened to a silent scream and Mistress shoved her foot deep in Donna’s mouth. Instinctively she sucked on her Mistress’s foot, savouring...the rancid taste as if it was champagne while Mistress’s slave tried hard to fuck her as brutally as she possibly could.Donna felt on the edge of blacking out when Mistress finally removed her foot from her mouth. While trying to get enough air in her lungs again she managed to thank her Mistress again and again. Her Mistress’s slave stopped fucking. I wasn't gay myself. I considered myself to be bisexual though. I have a huge collection of DVD's that I watch on a regular basis, while sitting in my favorite lounge chair and jack off, sometimes several times in only a few hours. I've never had any problems with cumming several times in one night, with no ill effects that I was aware of. Even at my age it's nothing to get a hard-on without any problems. No Viagra required! I just didn't 'declare' my sexuality to anyone else. I figured. Garbage was dropped in the debris and the rats multiplied quickly making it dangerous to even sleep at night. The people in the Russian zone walked around like zombies afraid to make any noise because it would draw attention to them from the mostly drunken Russian soldiers.In the American zone, the people were most hopeful because the Americans were paying them with a reliable currency and arranging tents for those left homeless by the shelling. The Americans through the Red Cross and other. Her feet were big which is a turn on, it seemed that part of the summer she had picked up upon my little Foot Fetish, and was slowly beginning to tease me with her feet. *A little insight if anybody cares. Periodically she would say that her feet hurt, and she would slide her sexy feet right on over to me and I would massage them and breath deeply on them. She would softly moan but hide it extremely well. I knew she was loving the attention that I showed her feet.* But back to the story. I had.