Brittney had decided to bestow upon me the honored title of "ass bitch", always willing and ready to bend over to take in as deep as possible that bla...k monster of a dildo that she seemed so pleased in having between her legs and which I could not stop dreaming about.One night, as we rested on the bed after another passionate session I turned to Brittney and asked her a simple question… would she like it if I had my own breasts instead of these forms? Her answer surprised me somewhat as she. Jenniyelped as her asshole was penetrated roughly by the bottle and struggled as shefelt the champagne enter her bowels. Her asscheeks clenched together as shetried to cope with the pain of the rough penetration. Jenni tried to hold thebottle that still sprayed its contents into her bowels. While she tried to dothat she lost control over her bladder and pissed on the bathroom floor. Katemoaned in disgust. Jenni turned towards her and the camera and apologized. Thenshe bent down, the? bottle. It was an inconvenient time. I wanted to watch the action. I quickly texted him to say that all was fine.It was clear that Katie had him under her control. After she worked his balls for a minute or so, she took the bottle of lotion, poured a generous amount onto the palms of her hands, and then slid her hands slowly up and down his shaft. She then formed a ring with her thumb and forefinger and moved her hand back and forth across its swollen head in short strokes to stimulate the sensitive. When we first started dating, there wasn't much question about the sexual side. She took her time to get to know me, then she took off her clothes.She's good in bed, inventive, enthusiastic, willing to experiment, talks a lot.But, the next thing I knew, she was telling me I couldn't sleep with anyone else, or we were through. I told her 'Nothing doing.' After all, we hadn't any agreement on a relationship, nor had we discussed going together, or any of that.I think my reaction knocked her back.