“uhh,” Brian responded. “Mmmm, you like that?” “Yes.” She began to stroke his hard warm cock through her left hand. She was doing it behin... her back as she faced Brian. “Don’t spill any of that,” she pointed at the condom with her other hand. “Do you want to do something with it?” “uh,” he responded as she grabbed his cock harder. “Like what?” He finally managed to say. “Pour it on my chest; you know you want to see it on my perfect tits.” He leaned up, trying to concentrate as she continued. “What secrets?” i asked calmly. She looked sternly in my eyes “you know, so just confess everything, don’t make me ‘drag’ it out of you”.“Honey, i don’t know what the hell You are talking about”. “Oh you don’t”, She said loudly “then what is this”, and She lifted Her skirt to show Her black slip, which had a white stain on it. “How did this get there?” She demanded. i played dumb as my heart started to race. “i don’t know, what is it”. “It’s your dried penis juice asshole”, She replied, “you. James struggled to catch his breath and make sense of what had justhappened. As his senses cleared, he realized he was already thigh deep inwarm muck. Looking around he saw that he was near the center of whatappeared to be a very large mud pit. The gunk was light brown, had thetexture of pudding and the consistency of wet cement. Even as he analyzedhis situation he was sinking deeper at an alarming pace, the warm, suckinggoo encroaching on his sleek panties."Mistress? MISTRESS?!? HELP I'M. Don’t forget, please?’ Bridgette asked pleadingly. ‘I won’t be like the boys, sweetheart, I promise,’ responded Karen, from her heart. ‘Your boyfriend was SO bad to you, Bridge, but I want you to be SO happy. Just relax with me, and let it flow, okay?’ Bridgette smiled happily at Karen’s pledge, and returned her lips to Karen’s. Karen let her pointer finger, which had been resting during this short conversation, return to the exploration of Bridgette’s beautiful body. She combed her fingers.