"Fuck. YES!" I screamed as Mr. Patterson pounded my pussy. His hand began to massage my clit as he continued pounding me, harder and harder. His free ...and found its way at my throat grabbing it for balance. He was making his dominance clear, and I loved it. He continued to fuck me as he grunted and squeezed his hand tighter around my throat. I could feel my pussy begin to tighten as I neared my orgasm. "Don't cum yet, Madison," he grunted. He pulled out of me suddenly and flipped me over and. I was watching all this standing beside them. After some time we heard some woman commenting about us. “Hey look. Some slut is getting fucked inside.”After 5 minutes, he said “Sir, now you have her,” as he took out his dick and let her stand. “No, fuck me in sandwich position,” she said as she put my arms around my neck and kissed me. I lifted her a bit as she wrapped her legs around my hips. I penetrated her pussy as he entered her ass.We both fucked her for a long time in that position. She. Yet, long ago, Mistress’ penchant for humiliating me had revealed that the feelings tapped a deep reservoir of intense sexual need and arousal deep within me and reduced me to a state of sublime subbieness. It seemed such a paradox and something I doubted I’d ever fully understand about myself.Finally, I felt the edge approaching but continued to stroke until the first beads of pre-cum appeared on my cock tip. Mistress didn’t consider a proper edge had been performed lacking that bit of. In High School 80% of my friends were female, many of them coming fromfamilies where the only male in their families was their father, quite theopposite of me. Which is most likely what drew me to them. My best friendthrough most of this we'll call "Christy" was one such friend, who had twosisters and her mother, father being the only man in the house. Christy andme became real close during High School, as well did her family, and meincluding her dad. Her family always made it clear that.