I felt her clinch her ass even tighter. It felt like she had a tight grip on my shaft when I started pumping in and out. Again I started to get carrie... away and I slammed into her ass hard and deep. Her back arched and she took a deep breath before she blew it out slowly. I didn't think I could cum again, but I kept pumping and pumping, harder and harder. Her breathing turned into rapid panting. John was still recording everything, and he was getting video of us from all the angles. I couldn't. Actually, I was. I nodded my head. Shit! That hurts. Johnathan walked in front of me. He wore a yellow PAC-MAN T-shirt and oldfaded jeans. 'I can take this fucker. Just wait until he gets me down.' Hepushed a button on the machine. "Bottoms up," he said and went to sit in a chair. The machine began to shake and I could see a custard-like material comingup the tube. It hit the gag and ran slowly down my throat. "Nourishment of my own design," he said, smiling proudly. "It's goteverything a. Things were happening quickly. Trish began moaning softly, her mouth partially open, eyes half closed, and Bobby spoke to me. “Your wife isn’t wearing panties, and her pussy is very wet.” he told me, and I could see that he and Steve were both fingering her pussy. He unzipped his jeans, took her hand, placed it inside his fly and on his cock.The other men who had gathered around were making lewd comments as they watched Bobby and Steve work her over.“She’s a hot slut,” one said, and looking at. As soon as he came of age last year, I married him, we live so happily together, we kiss, we have sex I even feminize him, every Friday night of every week I'd shave his body, give him a long bubble bath, I join in from time to time, I dry him up, then off to the makeup mirror, I'd put on some lipstick on him, get his hair done very sexily, he's blonde like me, sometimes we get mistaken as sisters :DI have a full wardrobe of girly clothes for him, from cute white ruffled socks to leather.