I’m cummmming. I’m cummmmming!” she screamedAnd Tyrone could feel his dick sloshing through the released fluid. He could see her body reacting ...pasmodically as it was being washed with waves of pleasure. Her head swung violently from side and spittle spraying from her mouth.“Are you born to please me? Are you my white bitch, my black cock slut?” He screamed to be heard above her orgasmic moaning. “Yes, Yes, Yes! Fuck me!”She came again, less violently, but still obvious to Tyrone. He had. Bitch found himself drifting into light nap at the feet of his Mistress, his predicament making him safe and comfortable. He could hear the sounds of conversations and movement above the table, but he only heard it as white noise, filtered of any interest to understand. The main meal had passed and all the guests were picking at their desserts when he felt his Mistress's hand stroke his head. Sleepy eyes looked up to her happy face watching his every move. Smiling around his gag and under. Bounding out of bed, she threw her dressing gown round her and hurriedly pulled on some socks. She brushed her hair in front of the dressing table mirror and slowly opened the door to her room, looking left, then right towards the lounge. Gingerly, she padded towards the voices coming from the dining room or kitchen. She rounded the corner and saw Emma talking to a tanned, old woman who was obviously cleaning the room. Emma stood by the sink, watching the old woman as she bent down. They both. The slapping sounds of us colliding echoed in the tiled bathroom and she almost fell off the toilet a few times. When she finally had enough and decided to turn around and she sat on the toilet seat itself. I hoped we weren’t finished and to my happiness she once again swallowed my cock, her hands now grabbing my ass she pulled me deep into her mouth and I locked my fingers around the back of her head. It wasn’t three strokes like this when I gushed. I came in big spurts her nose buried in.