They asked me if I had just cum, and not wanting the fun to be over, I said not really. They asked what that meant, and I said I stopped right before,...so maybe a bit came out, but not a full cum. Her friend rolled over onto her back, and spread her legs before. My wife looked me in the eyes and said, "fuck her good, and fill her up." I entered her missionary, and leaned down to make out with my wife. As I fucked her friend, and kissed my wife, I felt a hand come between our bodies. I realized. Hard.He bucked, teeth grinding against teeth as he fought the pain. His ass clenched. I shuddered, rubbing my clit on his hard muscles, tingles racing through his body. Chains rattled as he fought the pain.I loved warriors.“Mistress,” I said. “You address me as Mistress. Understand?” I relaxed my hand on his balls.“Yes...Mistress,” he said, the defiance thick in his voice. He'd give me this, make me think he weakened. But soon he'd mean it.I stroked his cock again, still hard, his precum. “I made a terrible fool of myself.”“Fool, Roxie? Why would you say you made a fool of yourself?”“There was just a feeling that came over me,” she said. “I didn’t feel it coming on—it was just there all of a sudden. It was just that at that moment I knew that if we got those hot-fudge and butterscotch sundaes something terrible was going to happen right then and there.”“You don’t owe me any explanation,” Cal said. “It’s just frozen custard. What kind of sauce you want on your ice cream doesn’t. Placing her hands behind her back, she unhooked the bra. The cups stuck to her breasts, no doubt thanks to the heat, and she peeled them away with a deliberate glance, placing the bra on the toilet seat. She gently flicked her nipples, which by this point, combined with her orgasm, were rock hard, and then took hold of my cock again. She got up, and sat on the toilet.“This is your leaving present, babe. Ever had a titjob?”Honestly, I had not. I’d seen them in porno’s – Sara Jay getting her.