Mark sighed. "No, it wasn't that girl. The one up here was much nicer. Her name was Jennifer Diaz." Ha! My dear husband, I'm all ears! Hispanic?" Yeah... We didn't get too sexy with each other. Well, not by Earth standards. By Aina standards, I committed to her. I petted the undersides of her breasts. But I knew nothing of Aina at the time. This was more than three months before I had even found the Blue Spirit tunnel... We were both seniors in high school..." Was she pretty?" Jennifer? Oh yes,. My eyes were closed and my body jerked to their driving cock thrusts. I felt like a bitch in heat being serviced by the dogs of a pack.My cunt was squeezing and clutching at Rex's fuck tool as I groaned and trembled. My body shook through yet another orgasm as Rex rutted against me, his spiky prick sliding up and down my little cunt tunnel and deep into the center of my soul.As I knelt there in a semi-delirious state, Rex's poking cock came out and then rammed into my asshole by mistake. It was. Master is a big man. He is black, 6’7”, has broad shoulders, thick arms, big hands, and a huge cock to match. I am the opposite; white, short, only 5’4”, curvy and soft. His body enfolds me as his free hand finds my ass. He is stopped by my panties. “What is this?” Master is not happy. I whispered, “It is only a thong. I thought you would like them.” “I told you to be naked, Love. What else have you done to disobey me?” “Nothing! I am sorry.” My eyes are down and I fight tears. We. Brett released his hand off and continued to apply more pressure. I felt him penetrate into me. I swallowed hard as he plunged deeper into my ass. I looked up at the sky. Brett grabbed the collar of my t-shirt and ripped it down the middle. He gazed at my chest, then began twisting my left nipple with his hand. Brett began to pump into me hard. I had my arms out on both sides of me trying to steady myself. Brett bent over me, my legs straddling him. He placed both hands on my shoulders holding.