I'm his Queen, she thought as her pussy massaged his cock that was buried so deeply within her. She vaguely felt his hands kneading her breasts, pull...ng on her nipples, making her milk spurt, but the unending orgasm was consuming her. She fought to stay conscious; she wanted to please this man; this unbelievably important man, her man who commanded more power than she could ever imagine. He grasped her hips and hammered into her, knowing that she loved to be taken. She reached a plateau of. When she was in the car her dress had ridden up a little allowing me a beautiful look at her thighs. All I could think of was what I had seen earlier. On the way home both girls went to sleep, when we got close to home my wife said that she was going to be sick. We went to our house so that I could get her in bed then I would take Brenda home. After putting my wife to bed, I returned to the car to find Brenda in a deep sleep. I tried to wake her but got no response. I reached up and touched her. . very lightly touching her clit with just the tip of her finger. I watched her squirm, for a moment, as her legs pulled against their ties, then withdrew.Instantly, her hands came down from behind her head, sought relief in her thatch. I pulled them away, leaned forward so I could look her in the eye, told her that she'd get off if I wanted. She squirmed, convulsed and ... I think ... orgasmed slightly at that point.Clearly I had things to learn about this Domination stuff. Oh, and about. Hugh discovered this taking his 2nd wet forceful fecal power wash spray squirt dump that morning. The dung came out of his ass and was met by a crusty wall of ass hair. The residual fecal buildup was unprecedented in the annals of Hugh‘s anal history. That evening without showering, Hugh went to a Karaoke bar to sing Ronnie James Dio songs. He was sorry he had neglected his analicular hygiene when Leslie approached him after his stirring rendition of “Holy Diver”. He had a feeling he.