It felt so good not only taking his cum, but also the idea that I was being bred by another man.He kept his cock soaking in my pussy for another five ...inutes, and then pulled out, saying, “I’m not too fond of eating what I’ve fucked, but I’d sure appreciate it if you’d clean my cock for me.”I moved down to suck his slimy cock, realizing that I had emotionally and physically, stepped over a line to being bisexual. I loved sucking his oozing cock and swallowing his cum and knew that Riley would. By the time he finished strapping her, her backside was covered from top to bottom with red welts. She reached back and felt her burning bottom. Every lick of the strap had stung horribly. He had whipped her at least twenty times. "I'm sick of your bullshit Callie."The tears wouldn't stop flowing. "I-I hate it when you do this to me!" She screamed loudly.Cade looked at her bottom and saw how red and swollen it was. He had hit her hard. The razor strop hurt a lot, he could tell. It was much. We arrived shortly, and to my and Lisa's dismay, there were five steps up to the front door, with no handicap ramp available, so I took her wheelchair to the inside of the door, and the maitre de told me I couldn't leave that thing there, I looked at him with rage in my eyes, and told him he shouldn't start anything he couldn't finish, and walked out to the car and picked Lisa up into My arms, and carried her in and set her in the wheel chair with a look at the maitre de that said up yours. The cold misty spray from the surf caressed my skin, it was exhilarating. Overwhelmed by excitement and a sudden, unexpected urge, I reached down pulled up the hem of my dress and slid my hand inside my knickers. My hairy pussy was warm and moist, my fingers were cold. I slid them between my slippery folds. My boyfriend took half a step back and watched eagerly. It was dark but our eyes had adjusted and there was enough of a moon to for him to make out my bare breasts and my hand disappearing.