I want to fuck you now.”“Patience is a virtue…”“Yeah, yeah, yeah”____________________________ Knock, knock, knock. The door creaked as I o...ened it.“Oh, hey sweetie. What’s up?””Hey Az. Not much.”“I made coffee if you want some.” He sat back on the end of the couch and lite a cigarette.“No thanks. I don’t drink coffee.” I plopped on the other end of the sectional sofa. We talked for about 10 minutes.“So, Az, are you done with that cigarette yet? Because I really want to tackle you.”He chuckled a. My Mistress ignores my words, just sighs and shakes her head as if in despair, “I can’t look at you at the moment. Go stand in the corner: hands on head.” I pick myself up off the bed and do as she commands. The session had been going well: why did I ruined it with such a simple mistake? As I stand there I hear the door go and presume my Mistress has left the room. Part of me wants to turn around, to check, but I resist the temptation, I’m in enough trouble as it is. It feels like I have been. My swollen meat pushed into her silky wetness and in three strokes I was buried deep. I held her hips and fucked her hard, watching her head and shoulders bounce with each hard thrust. The three of us were moaning as the room was filled with the sounds of pleasure and the pungent aroma of hot, sweaty sex.Stacey clenched the sheets with her fists as I pulled her hair and pounded her hard. Karen whimpered and quivered as she finally had a break from Stacey’s orgasmic attack on her now-tender. They continued till tea, each adult passing the baton to his or her neighbour.Exhaustion overtook them after the meal and it was breakfast again all too soon, one day rolled into the nextThe women had had their fill by the Saturday, the men though seemed never ending, one or two of the less choosy using robs battered arse rather than wait their turn with the beleaguered Jean. They were both tired beyond belief when the adult supply stopped. It was Tuesday and the two had showered and.