I paused to spank her dripping wet bottom and she allowed a few curses to pass her lips in revolt against my evil treatment of her pretty bottom.Still... she pushed her ass up to meet my plunging cock and the lust in her eyes was as if she was possessed by a devil and she shook her lower half like a slut of the worst sort looking to being speared as deeply as possible.I reached around to her front side and slid my nasty fingers into her pussy pie and she shuddered in recognition that I was in. She wanted you to be sexually glamorous, mysteriously aloof, unavailable to the very men and women you so desperately wanted to fuck every night.' So have run the gamut of my thoughts, Mistress, these many nights past. Given your pursuit of further status in real life, we rarely have time together for our virtual lovemaking in this electronic world and even when we do, the site so often seems to disintegrate into electronic nonsense. I see no other recourse than to write to you as in this. A week or so, after we started fucking, Aim totally embraced how much her slut stories turned me on. She was open to me probing for lurid details during sex and foreplay and I soon started shamelessly masturbating in front of her while she talked about her sexploits which usually led to my cumload being deposited inside of her holes.After her husband left she said admitted to going to several online dating sites and putting up a profile most men dream of finding. 52F - Bisexual – LF Men/Women. ”“Your control?” Elizabeth replied, fear in her voice. “Well of course. You didn’t think Jess and Ashlyn did everything I asked because they want to, did you? My cum makes anyone who drinks it under completely my control and once Jess is done experimenting on you, it’s what you’ll end up being too.” With that I left Elizabeth to shout and cry and assisted Jess with her.