More than the bitch deserved. She hadn't even made him his fucking dinner on time.Alex had lain on the floor until she heard Harold snoring. He had co...e home two hours late and drunk. She had tried to keep his dinner warm, but had finally given up. Excited to finally see him, she had been playful, hoping to excite him. He had rebuffed her advances at first, then had suddenly struck out and slapped her. Hard, across the face.On the one hand it had hurt, terribly, and the bruises on her face. I took a breath before obeying the most humiliating words yet.‘Please, Master David – please can you spank me again?’ Unbelievably, as I said the words, I felt my cock twitch. Then Sheila laughed, almost maliciously. ‘Listen to him – he sounds so pathetic doesn’t he, calling you “Master David”? Maybe he’s had enough?’ She addressed this last question to her husband.‘Yes,’ said David. ‘Perhaps he has.'Incredibly, I felt disappointment at their words.'Though I think I should reserve the right to. I have a nice fat cock shoved in my face, and without looking to see who it belongs to, open my mouth wide to try and swallow the whole thing. Slowly, inch by inch, he shoves his whole cock down my throat. I gag for a second, but right then Gwenn shoves 2 fingers deep in my pussy, and "mystery cock" shoves the rest quickly down my throat. I open my eyes and look up to see Buck smiling down, my eyes water as he starts to pump in and out of my throat. I moan around his cock as Gwenn moans into my. I hoped it wasn't from my bra comment. She would look around the room a bit, perhaps just taking it all in. I left it alone and our drinks came. The bartender barely even acknowledged my presence. He was clearly trying to see as much of Stacy as he could. From his view, he could see all of her legs and was pleased with what he saw. In that dress when she was seated, it practically was like she was sitting there in a tee shirt. He gave a sly smirk to Stacy, as if he knew what she was up to..