I sobbed quietly as I pushedback onto his cock, occasionally moaning or begging him to fuck meharder, desperate for him to make this quick and to leav... me alone.He seemed to enjoy that, and spent some time spanking my ass as he fuckedme, telling me how much of a pretty whore I was, how grateful I should beto him. I responded by saying thank-you and begging for his cum. I feltimmense shame each time I humiliated myself for him, and he would laughlike a hyena every time.After what seemed like all. She instinctively passed her arms around their backs to hold on to their shoulders for support. Suddenly, she found herself being held up by the two men, each of them grabbing one of her legs, her knees up high by her shoulders. They spread her legs apart all the way, showing her dripping pussy for the other seven men. The only thing Sarah could do now was to hold on to them while she was used. Her wet labia was slightly parted, invitingly revealing her pink clit and her wet entrance. Bruce was. I could see his tongue lapping at her and hear the soft sounds she was making. She was clearly enjoying herself, and I realised that I too was enjoying seeing my wife being caressed by another man.Ben moved so that Sue could sit on the settee, she opened her legs with her eyes fixed on me. She was totally exposed and the soft pink folds of her labia opened like a flower. This was so erotic and made more so when Ben lowered his head and started kissing, sucking and generally pleasuring my lovely. He lifts up my chin and asks me what I’m thinking. Then I go through my day, telling Him what I feel I have done well and where I have failed, what I enjoyed and what worried me. He expects me to confess any disobedience and to be honest about any negative feelings about Him, myself, or our relationship. (He is also candid with me about what He sees as His own mistakes.) If something needs to be talked about, we talk about it–but always in the context of me trusting implicitly in my Master’s.