” She said huffing.“Keep going until they are all they way in.” He ordered.She was trying hard to push them as far as she could into her pussy. ...t was very difficult. “I have a small, tight pussy. I’ve never had kids. I don’t think that they will fit.” She said.“They’ll fit. Keep going.” He said patiently.She kept pushing them in. There was one piece that just wouldn’t go in so she stuck her fingers inside her cunt and shifted the panties further into her hole.Finally, the last piece was. For some reason their girlfriends looked at me as if I was fucking their boyfriends... Seriously? Jealous bitches... Even after they would explain how we knew each other, they still didn't buy it. It was the same way for the guys I had classes with. I could spark conversation with a dude easier than with a girl cause I knew a guy would not be reading me to filth because of how I was dressed. (I never dressed for any person at school, I dressed to go to classes and go home)The guys in my. I took a couple of one-handed shots of our reflection. Then I turned toward her and, taking her elbow, slowly turned her to the left before edging around to stand facing her. Even though she was nearly naked her face was sweating, her expression more anxious than ever. Especially when I placed my hand on top of her head, indicating that she should kneel. “No, Jonathan, I can’t!” she cried out. “Please don’t make me...” Her voice trailed off and she gestured miserably toward my zipper. “...Suck. Even the ones who fucked my ass. I had grown used to ass-to-mouth with the training Master gave me, so this wasnt too bad. At least I was getting my daily ration of fucks. My Mistress came out later. A few minutes before she came I had seen Master fucking her on the porch. I was instantly jealous. Master usually fucked me four-to-five times a day. Today though other than his morning wood, he hadnt touched me. Now my Mistress, his slave like me, was getting her cunt full of his overloaded.