I could not believe how big it felt in her ass while I was pumping her silly, Steven was ramming her like no tomorrow and she was screaming as she was...cumming, all over my dick and balls. (My wife is one of the rare women that can ejaculate). We fucked for hours, and then Steven asked could he invite a friend of his over Rose said yes without even asking me. Rose was wearing a yellow bath rob that her big erect dark brown nipples were visible. She wore a garter belt, and black fishnet. I was living with a great group of three other lads and two girls and there were a dozen other apartments round us with young people up for a good time, it doesn't get much better!We all started working at a luxury golf resort for the rediculously rich and within a month or two we were a finely tuned hospitality machine.Lads being lads we always had something to say about the women we were working with but we all became aware of our department manager becoming a lot more fun and flirty since. "Bet you'd like that dildo right now, huh, Luanne?" taunted one of the girls cruelly. Even in her agony, Luanne was staring at it hungrily. Her cunt was driving her crazy; her exposed hole felt like it was filled and covered with crawling ants.She could not take her eyes off the screen; there she was, fuck-dancing naked and gleaming with oil, shaking her bare shiny breasts and undulating her glistening shaved pussy as the men stared at her and rubbed their crotches. She vaguely remembered. “Correct!” she said. She flipped her shirt closed and buttoned up, depriving me of the view. Again she cupped my balls in her hand. “What do we have here?” she asked. “My balls?” I again tentatively answered. “Wrong!” she said, turning the gentle hefting into a powerful squeeze. It started to hurt. “These are MY balls!” Shelly corrected.Shelly taught me to be a good Submissive and allowed me sexual release when it suited her. I was not allowed to masturbate, and I had to ask Shelly permission.