Jessica, Kara, and I consider ourselves in a three-way marriage with all that entails, and yes, I mean it that way. My agreement with them was that th...re is absolute freedom to express our sexuality in whatever ways we see fit, with the firm rule about a clean STI test in advance. There is zero wiggle room on that. There are also rules about people any of us work with and people who attend the dojo, but on occasion, there’s been a bit of flexibility there.”“How long have you been. Not giving her a second to recover, he grabbed her by the hair and forced her back down to her knees so that he could thrust his cock to the back of her throat again.“Get to it. You’re nothing but a worthless cumdump to me like this. You better get me off right the fuck now! And if even one fucking drop hits the ground, so help me…” He didn’t need to finish the threat. She deep throated his cock with her saliva building until it coated his cock and balls. Fondling his testicles despite. "Oh my God!" I said mortified. "Oh wow baby. You're a squirter." "I'm so embarassed!" "Why?" "Well... didn't I just pee?" "No no no. Baby, you squirted. It's like female cum. Here, I'll show you." He cupped his hand and scooped some of the liquid off my pussy and smelled it, then held it out for me to smell. It had no odor. "See?" I collapsed onto the bed, relieved that I hadn't peed all over him. Dave laid on the bed and gave me a wink. "You ready to go again?" "Yes." "Then get on facing that. The lights turned green, I would have to deal with this in Chris’s bathroom and hope be didn’t realise. It was about 6:45 when I pulled into the parking lot under the block he lived in, normally his space was vacant. But today there was a petite blonde with that just fucked look loading laptop, overnight and hand bags into a car. Chris must have got his end away last night; lucky bitch I though. My own crutch started to burn again. I found a visitor’s space and busied myself in the boot as if I.