” Lisa demanded and the older woman complied, still facing away from me. A few seconds later Bev leaned forward over the head of the petite younger ...oman. Lisa began rubbing her own pussy and I could see her chin and tongue attacking and fucking my wife’s pussy and I could hear Bev saying, “Oh yes! Yes, Lisa! God yes! That’s it! I want to fuck your face, you whore! God I feel like such a slut! Own me you bitch!!….” Then, Lisa took her heavily coated fingers and I watched as she located Bev’s. With a groan, you lift your head, pull your hand out of my pants and step back. I press my body hard against the lamppost, mewling noises coming from my throat. Breathing through the hunger, collecting myself, I turn to face you. “Not yet,” you inform me.Taking my hand again, you lead me to the truck and help me in. Climbing into the truck, sliding over into the middle seat. Buckling our seat belts, your arm wrapping around me as you drive one handed.You drive away from our house, but I don't. When I began telling themall the details, unlike when I told Paul and Jerry, myemotions finally got the best of me... I couldn't help myselfand began to cry uncontrollably. I quickly regained controlthough and when I'd stopped, they asked if they could askme questions. I agreed and they were unmercifully personal,finally asking if I would let them see, now that I'd toldthem and said I was pretty well healed. I really didn'twant to but they just wouldn't stop trying.I think it was about two. " Can't you?" I asked, even gasped a little maybe, because it sounded an awful lot like he wasn't going to."A man says he's going to do something, generally he's got to do it," my Master said, and then he did look at me. "Don't you think?" Yes sir," I said softly. "Unless he knows it's wrong." Hmph." Mr. Reiser smiled at that, staring at the road ahead. I couldn't do anything else but wait and see what he decided.We rode the rest of the way in silence."Good evening, Miss Danielle." An old black.