He took a cloth and cleaned us both up, worshiping me, thanking me for giving him that gift. This is the part I hate. Hes like a fucking girl. Just ge... over it, get it back up, and give it to me harder! He could tell by my face though that I wasnt done, and I felt his hand slowly slide over my breasts, down my stomach, and to my cunt. He followed it the whole way with his mouth, kissing and sucking my nipples through the shirt, tonguing all over my belly, and finally took my clit into his mouth. There was no alternative; I would have to tell my husband and tell him soon, picking my moment with great care.I prayed to God that he would still be the Pete I had known and loved for so long.*“How big... was his cock?” Pete panted above the knocking of the headboard against the bedroom wall.His handsome face was merely inches above mine as his powerful hips thrust his long, slim erection deep into my loose, unresisting vagina over and over again.“Thick! Long and thick!” I hissed in return, my. To which I obediently stuck my tongue out taking the cum stream from my lips in the process. "Now swallow"...which I did again. With this, Tom leaned in and kissed me again! Damn this was hot. This still surprised me, and I turned to the stud in a bit of shock. His reaction was not what I expected...He too leaned down and kissed me and said "For some reason, my cum always tastes better on someone else lips! Now, help me with my pants"...which I did. AS he went to leave, he told Tom, "Thanks for. Ariadne grinned and applauded.“Perfect,” said Xenia. “Ladies, we will now proceed to the stage of planning.”Nobody asked my opinion. I intervened.“Excuse me. Time out! I have a question. Do you really want me to join you? What do you mean by your slave?”The women smiled at me contentedly. They had obviously thought this out, and they were sure they would have their way. Ariadne said: “Those are two questions, professor. A slave is owned by someone else and provides service without payment..