Her face was a mess; now as bloody as her rival’s, and her eye was swollen shut. Her pussy was writhing. Both girls were now tired and in pain. T...rough the pain though, they both felt something else, some erotic pleasure in beating each other up. Leya was beaten pretty badly, as well, still from the last round, although she wasn’t bleeding nearly as badly as she was at the beginning of the round. Both women look like they’d just stepped out of the shower. Leya’s once bouncy, curled brown. Not only because i wanted something in my fuck hole as soon as i could get it there, but more so because i didn't not want to keep Mistress waiting any longer. Without haste, i chose a good sized plug for my fuck hole. i wanted Mistress to be impressed with my choice and anal capacity. i stood up, threw a leg over the very narrow table and began to squat my hole down on the plug. As soon as it touched me, i knew i had made a mistake. i had chosen unwisely. this plug was not going to fit in. I even was barefooted. We had been married for 18 years. Happy years for me but obviously not for him. He walked along like a proud peacock with his slave. Once he has me stop and give him a blow job which I did without hesitation and made him come. Afterwards he actually had a hard time walking. Why? I really don't know. Perhaps I scraped my teeth along the underneith side of his cock too hard.When he stopped and talked to a friend, he had me give him a blow job and I was far more gentle than. As soon as the first warm seed touched inside me, I exploded, covering his shaft, mixing my juices with his. He stayed inside me, while we kissed, enjoying what we were sharing and enjoying each others bodies. Even after he pulled out of me, we remained in each others arms, kissing, exploring our bodies, not caring about anything other then what we were doing. Finally showering, knowing we had all the time in the world, so we jumped into bed, in each other’s arms falling asleep quickly. Waking.