I was wearing a tight black polo that really showed off my large, still perky tits, and a semi-short denim skirt with long black boots to show off my ...oned legs. About an hour later as we leave the table and heads toward the den I really am starting to feel tired and yawn and stretch and say, “Oh honey, you’re going to hate me but I’m soooo tired I think I’ll have to pass on the wine and sex tonight.” My husband instantly got the saddest look in his eyes, “Helen, that’s nonsense. You’re always. I think it even collected some of my own cum because,I'm not quite sure, but I think that I did cum at least once during allof that. Mistress helped hold me steady as I let as much cum drain outof my ass and into the bowl. She then helped me to the bathroom to getcleaned up a bit, take another enema and get ready to return to theparty. I felt very happy hearing her tell me what a good bitch I was andhow proud she was of her bitch. I sat on the toilet relieving myself ofthe enema and Mistress. " He came forward and wrapped a hand around my upper arm. "Frankly, I think they suck. Are you okay?" I just wanted to vomit -- real bad..." I'm sorry..." He stood awkwardly, clearly wanting to comfort me, but restraining himself. I WANTED comfort, though; without even thinking about it, I stepped into his embrace. The guy was nearly a head taller than me and he had big hands -- but the one that rubbed my back was gentle. I tucked my head against his barrel chest and explored his back with my. As I removed the sleeves from her arm, she would then cross that arm over her breasts. When the discarded was finally tossed aside, she stood there with both arms hiding her bra-covered breasts. Tonya offered some resistance when I stepped into her and grabbed her by the wrists to pull her arms apart and it seemed to make both of us hotter. I quickly lost my robe and embraced her so I could feel her firm tits pressed against my chest in their silky encasement. While still holding her, I allowed.