With each thrust I could feel myself turning more and more into a sissy slut. One final hard thrust and he pinned me against the wall again. "get face...down on the bed and put that sweet ass in the air for me" he commanded again"yes daddy" I said with a whimper. I walked over to the bed, laid down, arched my back with my sissy ass in the air for daddy.He stood there holding his cock, glaring at my freshly pounded ass. I wiggled my ass as to wave him over to me. He climbed on top and slowly. Then Mark also placed his arm over my back in a light hug, I guess to tell me thank you or something, not sure. Lisa was in heaven. She had the two of us now driving her crazy. I took her one arm and lifted it up and over her head, pinning it there with my hand while caressing and licking her torso… now slowly tracing my tongue along her side, up and towards her underarm, then back towards her breasts, carefully circling, but avoiding her nipples – using my other hand’s fingertips to gently. 'I am Zaid' and gave her his hand, she shook it. 'Your beautiful son is Somali? His daddy is from our community?'The mother blushed at Zaid's directness though her embarrassment was mixed with an awakening sexual arousal that this handsome Somali was creating in her. Should she tell him that she had been a willing christian slut for a married Muslim Somali man older than her father? She was uncertain what to say to him, and saved by Judy who came back into the shop, without her knickers. I could do that.Bonnie had some of the damnedest marks left over from her days as a biker bitch; a favorite was on her right butt cheek, where an arrow pointed at her asshole beside the notation, 'Oil weekly.' Dipping Bonnie's ass let you know she'd been 'oiled' DAILY at one point -- and that sphincter of hers remembered EVERY trick! I have to sheepishly admit that I got off on twisting those nipple rings; she would get this look on her face and say, "God! That hurts SOOOO good!"So Bonnie moved.