With each thrust she said one just word – Thrust – ‘Make’ – Thrust – ‘Me’ – Thrust – ‘Your’ – Thrust – ‘Cock’ – Thru...t – ‘Slave’ then – Thrust – ‘Your Arrg’ – Thrust – ‘Cock Whore’ – Thrust – ‘Go deeeeper.’ Then she let out a scream you could have heard in the next town and dug her nails into my arse, almost drawing blood and making me cum harder than I had ever cum before. As we came down from our high my cock softened and slipped out. I noticed her blood on it and the bed cover. She was. I almost gagged and wanted to throw up. Damn could this really be happening to me I was lost. I licked the shaft as best I could and Wayne held my head as he sawed in and out of my mouth. It was as if a gigantic log was being forced down my throat. I did my best as he continued to fuck my mouth. It wasn’t long and he stiffened in my mouth, I could feel the cum racing up his shaft and soon I had my first taste of male cum. It splashed against the back of my mouth and down my throat. It tasted. I woke first, it was just starting to get light. Mandy was lying on her back, I thought of a good way to wake her up, I buried under the covers. I gently eased her legs open, kissing her thighs. She started to stir, I kissed her mound, I licked into it, I nibbled on the lips. She woke up, sighing, I suckled on her clit. ‘Ah keep doing that.’ She said. I massaged it with my tongue, I then licked down to her vagina, sticky from last night still, I returned to her clit, massaging it until she. Wendy had showered and changed into a lovely yellow sundress that set off her golden curls, giving her that Alice in Wonderland look again. But there was nothing “Alice” about the lascivious grin that momentarily occupied her lips. Over sweet fruit tarts, they discussed the plans for the afternoon. Wendy wanted to show her aunt and uncle Norwich’s famous Norman castle. Despite having been built somewhat hastily in the late eleventh century by William the Conqueror, it was still in good.