My futa-dick dripped with her sister-in-law's pussy juices. I grinned, so loving this moment. It was so hot. I was so glad I was the first futa-presid...nt.The first futa.“Fuck her!” moaned Katerina. “Breed her. I want to be pregnant with her. It will be proof to my husband that we obeyed him.”“Just a good wife fucking the world's first futa,” Zinaida said. “And letting me eat her snatch.”Katerina gasped, “Zinaida, yes, yes, wiggle that tongue in me!”I smiled. Moans echoed around me. Passion. Tell you what, I don’t work on Sunday. I’m willing to spend a few hours every Sunday afternoon being your bondage mistress, if you’re willing to teach me what you want me to do.??That sounds fair.??Good. Anything else???Nope.??Do you have $300???Yes.? I pull out my wallet and count out $300. Mary puts the money in her dresser, and gives me a key. I put it in my pocket. She unzips her jeans. She takes her panties off, and lies down on the bed. ?Take off your clothes, and come eat me? she cooed.. I kicked of my shoes and dropped my trousers releasing my massive hard throbbing cock, and went upstairs. I reached into the wash basket and found 3 pairs of nice fresh dirty panties. The nice white pair where cotton with blue dots on, i sniffed them deeply as i reached in for her tiny little black lace thong, which i wrapped around my cock. Then i noticed she had worn my favourite ones, peachy coloured full lace French briefs, i climbed into them so i could feel her lovely gusset on my shaven. Her ass in the air soon found itself a target for his prick. With a grunt he entered her; it took us a few strokes before we found rhythm. Joan was whimpering now, her pussy and ass were being ravaged. Sensing this tandem arrangement over which she had no control, her orgasms becoming more frequent from the friction on her clit as she was pressed down against my cock and the ride her husband was giving her. He was so excited and soon came, with a yelp he pulled out and spattered all over her.