I always thought of them as a ritual offering given in return for my virginity. When I missed him (as I often did in the beginning) I would finger the...smooth creamy white pearls, twisting them between my nervous fingers, to comfort myself that he was not far away. The pearls were again part of the costume of an “older” woman and ironically I was becoming her. This day on the calendar was supposed to be the day of balance between night and day and yet I felt all off kilter and out of sorts.. That's when my mom had lured me into the bedroom so Mary and her slaves could overpower me and break the spell. “Oh, she's up the street with the bodyguards,” Mary answered as she pulled her skirt up her waist. “I'll give them a call.” Dressed, Mary and I found my mom talking with Mary's new sex slaves. I knew three of the slaves. Joy was a Vietnamese stylist that gave Mary her wax. April and Felicity were high school students that Mary and I deflowered last week. The fourth had black hair with. I let him throatfuck me, and at times I'd lick and suck his hot balls into my mouth and then slowly, lovingly, lick the hard shaft from balls to the head and then shower his cockhead in wet sloppy kisses, tasting his sticky pre-cum oozing out the piss slit. He says, "Oh yeah bitch, Damn you suck a mean dick hoe!!! I'm gonna let you work this dick a little longer then I gonna make you stick out your tongue and I gonna bust this nut in your slut mouth... Got that, hoe??" I again say nothing and. “The dirty cock-sucking slut is getting turned on. Do you like sucking stranger’s dicks for money?”“Yes mistress,” my wife replied as another set of footsteps approached.The drill was repeated, fiver, cock, swallow and clean up. By the end of the third load, my cock was out and the teenager was idly rubbing her thumb over my bellend, smearing pre-cum over my shiny helmet.The fourth cock was the one my wife had been secretly dreading, a big black monster, nine inches of thick meat when erect, a.