He used the cold cream to finger my pussy and lube my ass. His finger found its way to my asshole and he pried me open with one then two and finally t...ree fingers, not too deep but in and out. By bringing his fingers up towards my pussy in his strokes the pain turned quickly to hungry pleasure. He withdrew his fingers to plunge them again into my pussy for extra lubricant and I could see that my pussy cream was coating them nicely. I could feel my wetness running down my crack to my my asshole.. She then pulled out Mr. Smith's cock which was slightly smaller than the coach's cock but still bigger than any she had ever seen or touched.The men chuckled, especially as they saw the look of anger in Harold's eyes as he realized with each minute how his wife was becoming more obedient to them; and also that he had no choice in matter."I bet you never saw anything like that ever you racist bitch!" said the Coach."I am not a racist!" Okay, then let's see you prove it by you jerking off me and. I didn't have that problem and Millie once she was confident would happily take charge, often leaning back, her hands lifting her hair and presenting me with her beautiful hard tipped breasts for my pleasure.The night before I left we lay side by side, perspiration dotting our bodies and panting as we talked. Millie's first question was."When will you be back?"Next weekend. We'll start looking for somewhere to live." She got up on one elbow, her breast caressing my arm."You mean it then." I. "Good morning, child. Another day of lessons awaits."She cleared her throat, testing her voice. "Good morning, Mistress. Train me." Her throat still felt raw, her voice sounded rough.The Mistress giggled. "Eager are we?" Willing, Mistress." What did I tell you?" the Mistress asked. The woman didn't sound angry. Sheri struggled to find the right answer, and was shocked to hear another voice."Everything you said and more. Thank you so much for including me. Does Robert know about her?" a new.