She would glide up to the tip of my glans and then slowly glide down until I was balls deep inside her like she could read my mind. I was doing pretty...well in terms of stamina earlier in missionary. Not that her pussy didn't feel amazing. And even with these rhythmic strokes of hers I was doing well. Here was the problem ... with the lights on I saw her long black kinky pubic hairs slick with that pussy cream I was describing earlier gliding along my shaft with each plunge. Of course I saw her. . We know better now, don’t we?? Barely listening to her voice, feeling her fingers gripping, stroking through the trouser’s material, he senses her hand squeezing even firmer, her fingernails pinching the engorging crown of his cock. ?Damn, Jessica!? ?What?... You don’t still like me playing with your dick anymore?? Fuck, I can feel the big ‘ol thing swelling in my hand, just like that very first time,? she grins as she leans the rest of the way across the seat, unzips his fly. Thinking about what might be under the Mistress's robes proved a useful mental stimulus."Remember, worm, don't you dare cum without permission. I want it hard for my benefit, not yours." Yes, Mistress."I stopped pumping and stood there with my cock rampant. I was beginning to get over the humiliation. After all, I possess a large member, fully nine inches long and two inches in diameter."Well, I see you've got better equipment than I thought you might have. You'll be a pleasure to work over,. She could tell that I enjoyed it and asked me again who was the bigger slut. I told her again I wasn’t a slut. She put the vibe back in me and tied my cut up t-shirt around me to hold it in then said she was going to bed. I tried to stop her but she said I had to admit I was a big slut. She came back a few hours later and put fresh batteries in the vibe and asked me again. I still told her no and that I was going to report her. She left me until morning. I really don’t know how many times I.