I was soon gaging as he thrust deep into my mouth. Mistress stood back and watched as Trevor rammed into me. I was soon covered in spit, my own tears ...nd precum. I felt him grow inside my mouth and stiffen before exploding inside my mouth and all over my face. He wiped his cock clean on me then he and my new Mistress turned off the lights and left without saying a word.My mouth still tasted of cum and cock, even after the spit and cum caked on my face and chest had dried. My balls ached from. Despite it's appearance, it wasn't slimy, just wet. She gripped itlightly between thumb and forefinger and jacked it a little. Tiger jumped a bit a first contact, but immediately settled down and let]Alice work on him. He was a lot more sanguine about cross-species sex than shehad been. As she gained confidence, she applied more fingers and more pressureto his again-lengthening shaft. Tiger's hind-quarters quivered up and down slightly, but for the most part he was quiescent. The feelings. "Are you hungry?" Yes." I'll have someone bring over something to eat." Thank you."We entered his office and sat down. He pulled out a phone and called – I guessed – over to the kitchen to have them bring us plates. Then he just sat silently, and we looked at each other. Time passed while I fidgeted, but he waited patiently and peered at me with a somber expression. Finally, I spoke."Father Murphy..." Yes, my child?" I don't understand why everyone is so upset?" Tyballa, you were raised in a. Literally. And not just on the buns. The former CEO's on Barton's payroll had two things in common. They had tasted Barton's shit-lined rectum. And they had begged for the privilege. They had seen plenty of execs just like themselves go down to ruin for displeasing Barton in the slightest way.Now John Barton was starting on his honeymoon. It was his second marriage. He had dropped his first wife, Fran, who had begun showing signs of middle age. Fran had hired one of the best known divorce.