Phit thori der ke bad Jagan Devkee ki choot ko apne done hothon me daba kar chusne laga Jagan ko laga ki Devkee ab jharne wali hai. Thori der aur chus...i ke bad Devkee ekaek apni chutar upper utha diya. Jagan samajh gaya ki Devkee jhar gayee. Jagan ke munh me Devkee ki choot se dher sara mitha mitha garam ras nikal kar bhar gaya aur Jagan bare utsukuta se sara ka sara rus pee gaya. Ek bhuke kutte ki tarah Jagan apni jeev se Devkee ki choot ko chat chat kar sara ras pee kar saf kar diya. Devkee. April moaned and tears flowed down her face.“Is the pain too much?” Jason asked, seeing her tears.“It is painful, Master, but not as bad as the whipping,” she murmured through her ragged breathing and tears. Jason then applied the salve to her back as gently as possible. When he had finished there he told her, “Now stand so I can reach your butt and thighs.”“Yes, Master,” April replied and stood. Jason then worked on her butt and thighs. When finished, he took one of the towels and draped it. " Yes, you have to take it in your mouth and, not only that, you have to swallow it. Never spit it out. Always wait until he's finished before swallowing. Let your mouth fill up and then take it down in one hard gulp. And it doesn't taste horrible, it has hardly any taste at all. And don't expect any warning. Most men won't give a warning because they are afraid the woman will stop."By the time I had watched one hundred cum-shots and an equal number of blow jobs, I was ready for anything.. After my hands are freed I run to my bedroom and pack a few underwear sets and tops and skirts, another pair of heels, my wash bag, and jewellery. I sit on the edge on the bed waiting until I hear my Master call for me. I walk back in the room and my soon to be ex-husband is sitting on the chair with a bloody nose and Master’s shirt is torn. Bob never showed any care or passion towards me before and now it’s too little, too late. I look at my Master and he can tell I want to speak so he gives.