All she knew was by the time he had his first release she had been reduced to a quivering mess. When she felt him cum, it was the most intense, intima...e feeling she had ever experienced during sex. She felt every drop of him fill and settle in her womb; It was warm and she immediately wanted more.He had her on her side, on her stomach, she rode him as the sun rose and streams of early morning light leaked in through the dingy curtains. They were a mess of sweat and she had dried, or drying. Emily also climbed onto the counter and pulled her pants down. She backed her ass and pussy against the bars. My cock pushed against her wet pussy before she reached back and directed it to its proper home: her asshole."I assume you want it in my tush again?" She asked as she was already pushing it into her puckering starfish. Once past the tight brown gate, it slid right in."Absolutely!" I exclaimed as her butthole pushed it's way down my hard shaft. "As long as that's okay with you." Sure,". " I have the key, I’d like to wear it on my ankle all day."“You can wear the key without locking me up.”I knew as soon as I said it how dumb it sounded. She gave me a pained look.“Every time I felt it on my ankle I’d think of your cock. That would be such fun.”“The ankle isn’t going to work.”“How so?”“You’re going to tell this man that your dominating husband keeps you in chastity and meanwhile you’re wearing a key to his cage on your ankle?”“Damn, yeah. Okay, around my neck then?”“And you need. He pounded away at her like there was a time limit on it and all Brooke could do was hold on and endure the ride. But Brooke had little to worry about in falling. Mr. Barstow was simply not going to allow that to happen. He had her tightly wrapped in his powerful arms and he pounded away at her mercilessly. And despite Brooke's writhing, twisting, and contortions, she wasn't going anywhere until he had finished with her! "Oh my God, Sir... I'm going to cum again! Oh please, Sir! Please make.