I am very proud of you. I truly mean that. And if it matters, Joh ... Mr. Milford is proud of you too," she said."That's nice, and no it doesn't matte... anymore. Not since I now know I've been his cuckold, and yours, for years," I said. "A fucking cucky for god's sake. Well, that pretty much wipes out any vestige of self-respect that I might ever have been able to lay claim to doesn't it. I'm a fucking joke. A wimpy-assed fucking joke. Thanks a helluva lot, Riles."Can I ask? Are my kids even. I need to punish your sassiness with my crop on your cunt.”He didn’t have to spend much time spanking her pussy. Watching the black leather strike her bare mound and her glistening labia made his cock hard again in no time. He took her by the hand, stood her up, and led her over to the bed.Then he removed her leash and said, “I want to make love to my wife.”Reina smiled and said, “I need you inside me, Chad. I need you to show me that you still find me desirable.”He pulled her on top of him, so. Some were long and thick, others of varying lengths and circumferences. No two cocks looked exactly the same.The trick to making a really good, quality sperm cocktail (as I had learned on my first experience with that process), was for every donor to deposit their load into the glass as quickly as possible, so that the next donor could contribute theirs as well! The reason for this was simple: the best sperm cocktail was one that had a lot of sperm, but also remained warm enough to give it the. As I pulled my shirt off, I noticed black lace peeking out from the waist line of my pants. Could it be? I thought. In my mad dash to work, I must have forgotten that I was still wearing my panties from the night before! I could hear the zipper of a gym bag behind me. Nervously I wrapped my towel around my body and pulled my pants down, unknowingly pulling my panties with them. Before I had time to react the mystery man behind me said, "Ma'am, you're in the wrong locker room". As I turned, I.