I turned my back on the door andmelted against it, my soft tears turning into a sob. I didn't even hearthe door begin to open because the next thing I...knew Stef was standingabove me. She quickly bent down to my level."Jude, honey! What's wrong?"In between my sobs I replied "Connor's... Dad... Found us... Called me a... Faggot"Stef attempted to calm me down but I couldn't. I'd just left myboyfriend alone with his homophobic father, Adam had a history ofhitting Connor, who knew what he would do.. "It was nice. Sharon." It was very nice, Maria. You're very pretty you know. Your hair, especially. Do you like your hair?"Maria nodded, caught herself. Eyes downcast, "Yes, Mistress." Did you like having your hair done the first time?"Maria shook her head. "I was scared and ashamed. But it looked nice." And now?" I like it. To relax, to be alone, to see it take shape. Mistress Sylvia is very good and I'm not. That doesn't please her and I don't want to disappoint her because she's nice to me.". Your legs go wide as I tease you, taste you, enter you with my tongue…. Again your fingers entwine in my hair, encouraging me to taste deeper. Your pelvis begins to move, your hips undulate slightly. I double my efforts. My fingers play at your opening as I suckle your clit. You look beautiful as I peek up across your tummy, watching your chest rise and fall in gasps. Gulps of air fill your lungs. Your knees go up, your slit wide open to me, and I lash you with my tongue. I lick the entire. Cherry made short, rapid jumps on my lap that caused her ass to smack my lap and her perfect breast and beautiful hair bounced in rhythm. With each bounce I could feel my cock head crash into her cervix with force and she grunted with minor pain each time. My balls seemed to pull tight and my fourth orgasm of the day exploded in multiple, hurried spurts. Cherry’s walls clamped down on my pulsing cock and I could feel her thumping on me.Lying down on my chest, she said with a sigh, “I just.