.. going to... cum..."She only pulled back half of his length out of her mouth and doubled her efforts on orally giving pleasure to the rest, bobbing ...er head rapidly and caressing the head of his member with her tongue."I'm... going... to cum..." Spencer warned her again only this time he was going to fill her stomach.This time Trina took his cock out, but kept it right in front of her wide-opened mouth. She wrapped her hand around his dick and started stroking it rapidly, feeling that he was. As a teenager, I had even had a crush on him. I never let him know it, of course. Nat was 6 years older than me and even as a teenager, I knew it was a futile girlish dream.He had always been there though, allowing me to cry on his shoulder. He had even rescued me from becoming a victim of my own teenage recklessness by pulling an overly amorous boyfriend off of me just before "No" became rape. But above and beyond all of that, Nat was really good company. Well, he was when he wasn't acting. The nasty little piece of meat, spit roasted between us was writhing in pain with each growing movement, “ Please Master cum, please feed me your seed, pleeeaaaase” knowing that was the only way to stop his Mistress destroying him internally, his words were genuinely pleading and also a necessity.I knew Master was on the edge and with one last movement his hips thrust forward shooting ropes of hot cum into the whores waiting mouth. Each pulse of spunk was met with a final push on the pump,. The mayor called and said he was running for reelection and hoped he could count on my support. As a major contributor to Mayor Fitzgerald in the past, I was always invited to his private fundraisers. They were elegant parties for those of us supporting him with large donations. The best food and drink were hosted by the mayor's beautiful wife, Claire. Claire Fitzgerald, a dozen years younger than her fifty-one old husband, was both beautiful and charming. The standard joke in town was that.