Putting her ankles on my shoulders, she dug her heels in the back of my neck, pulling my face closer to her pussy. I glared hotly at it, swollen and d...lated, a trickle of cum oozing from it. "He got to fuck me and fill me with his cum instead of you, didn't he?" "Yes mistress!" Suddenly she grabbed my hair and shoved my face in her pussy and began grinding up against my mouth. "I'll teach you not to show the appreciation my pussy deserves!" she growled. "See what other men's cocks get. Reaching further back I came to the intensely ticklish stretch that ran from my vagina to my anus remembering that this area was sticky with my secretions I reached around my buttocks with the soap and ran the soap between my buttocks back down over my anus towards my vagina. This felt good as well I stopped and rinsed the soap off too much on this body-felt good I could get very carried away and as Wendy says, "Now is not the time"Turning the shower off I stepped out of the shower to find. Fortunatelynobody was around and he opened the door of his car and he extended hishand to help me to get inside.He took me to a very nice and quiet place with a very dim light; most ofthe people inside were couples. He asked for a boot far from everyoneand we were lucky to get one in a very nice spot; after ordering dinnerthe waitress brought us a basket with some strawberries... I couldn'tresist the temptation and I removed my shoe and I put my feet in hiscrotch and I started to massage his. She could not tell him to stop, nor could she cease her conversation with Mr. Dacosta. She looked across the table and saw that Serena was smiling. It was a smile of approval, similar to the one when she saw her earlier this morning. It seemed as though Dacosta's face softened a bit as well, but it was hard to tell. "I just have one request, if I may?" Alexa's pussy was on fire. Her clit was throbbing wildly and it seemed her pussy was now unabashedly leaking. In those moments of bacchanal.