How she had ever allowed me to do some of the things I did is beyond me. She was a passionate, loving woman, a romantic at heart, and sometimes, in th...se days after the funeral, we would sit close and read the juicy parts from her collection of romance novels. It's not a coincidence she knew right where they were, either. She laughed easily, made love gently and loved me fiercely. I teased her by calling her 'Mama Lion'.We both confessed our fondness for anal play, and added that to our. "Daddy PLEASE" I begged "I need to taste your cock" He stuck his fingers that he had rubbing around the head of his cock into my mouth "SHOW ME SLUT!!" he yelled I grabbed his hand and greedily licked and sucked every drop of that delicious precum from his fingers and begged again "PLEASE DADDY PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK" I was desperate I found myself trying to push back onto Mr. T's finger that was rubbing my hole. Mr. Smith got closer and his cock now was swaying right bellow my mouth I. "Please Master" I beg "I am aching with need, please make me cum. Please . .. ." "SHUT UP!" he roars! "I did not tell you to speak!" as he slaps my face. I lay there at first stunned, my left cheek stinging. "You only speak when commanded." he informs me. I tug at my bindings, I struggle, and I pull to no avail. "Ha, ha," he laughs, "Yes, keep going I like when you fight it."For badness I lay completely still. He climbs off of me and kneels next to me on the bed. He grabs at my breast, hard and. Warmed and stretched out we commenced the exercise regimen and it was not long before the natural instructor within her came out; Stella, moved to kneel at my side, correcting my posture, her hands guiding me into position. "Oh, Aimie, you are tense, relax for a moment, turn over and let me see your back"Rolling over, her deft fingers ran down the entire length of my back, feeling here, pushing there; problem was the feeling of intimacy within me was growing and growing. It grew even more.