My nuts tightened and she sighed out loudly as my cock exploded in her mouth, “Mmmmmmmmmmmm” she cried out as she felt the hot creamy cum slide do...n her throat.As my cock softened her tongue swirled around cleaning off any residue and sucking the last drops out of my soft head before letting my cock flop down, she looked up at me smiling, “So that’s your protein shake eh Jerry” she said, her voice sounding even more husky than before, I had been busted but Terri wasn’t at all put out by it.I. "Darling, it's Mike. I miss you. Any chance we can get together?"The false Sarah's young heart raced. Why not? She wasn't in any realdanger it would be weeks before the new Martin could get the parts fora new devise, besides how would the Asshole know where she was?"Okay, meet me at the Hilton. Ask for Miss Sarah Labelle at the desk.They'll give you the room number. I'll be waiting, you sexy man you!Just make sure that awful old Professor Martin doesn't follow you!" Don't worry!" said the new. . there was still a smell... a cum smell... I wasn't tasting it... but I was definitely smelling it...And then my wife raised her hips, tilting, angling them so my mouth wasn't just licking her pussy - it was right on her ass, and I then knew where the cum smell was coming from. My wife's formerly virgin ass, that she'd never let me use before - smelled of cum. As I lay there, starting to feel my son's dirty cum ooze out of my wife's ass, I wondered how he could have managed to do this without. It was the intention that Slave Girls would live in fear of it being there time to play the ‘village whore’ the most inferior creature residing in Shamelock. The night would take place in the Village Pub ‘The Scarlett Buttock.’ Usually reserved for Masters, slaves would be permitted on these nights – in full uniform, adorning any punishment jewellery, and attached to their Masters by their leash, once having witnessed a public punishment most slave girls would strive at any length to avoid it.