It was never something I actively sought and when I wasn't worked up the idea was repulsive but when I was in the right state of mind it was oddly hot...and sexy."I'm sorry ma'am, I couldn't help it. Your mouth felt too good," I groaned as she unbuttoned my shirt and unfastened my pants. "Get on the fucking bed," Kara barked sternly. I'd never seen her so comfortable in the dominant role and I quickly obliged. My spent cock sat limp and lifeless against my leg as my wife lifted her dress over her. Long straps on each side of the skirt passed round thefront of my waist and were tied in a large bow at the back. It lookedrather like a 1950's dress, with quite a full skirt coming down to about8 inches below my knees. I soon realised, however, that the sides of theskirt did not overlap at the back. In fact there was a small gap thatprobably meant that I would always be showing a glimpse of my knickers.And my bottom was even more accessible to wandering hands than whenwearing the waitress. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought he was trying to hide a laugh. "Oh, yeah, much too long for a sweet whore like you to go without some black dick, isn't it?" I nodded, and started to ride him, slowly at first, enjoying every inch of his manhood as I slid my slippery cunt walls up and down it, then faster and faster. He kept his grip on my ass, keeping me aligned, keeping me from slipping off as I got wilder and wilder."That's it, honey, ride me. Cum on this old man's dick. Cum for. Then she shook her head and let her hair fall free around her. Ezekiel ran his hand gently through her hair and arranged it to drape down her back to her waist.“You will have to cut off your beautiful hair,” he said, with quiet determination. “And you will have to bind your breasts against your chest.”Constance looked down. “They will not bind so well when they are full of milk.”Ezekiel shrugged. “You must do as best as you can. My clothing is set out on the bed. The shirt should be loose.