Not waiting for the matter to come up for discussion, I said “Ronnie.. You keep fucking me, until I cum, if you gotta cum, you just do it inside of...me, and keep on fucking me, ok?” He responded with a breathy, “Yeah!”.I was getting sooo close myself, when I felt him slam me hard a few times, and I could feel the temperature of the ooze inside me that we had both made jump up substantially. I knew, then, that he had cum. I could feel the extra ooze start to drain out around his cock and out. Believe it darling, he's quite a stud. He often gets off 4 or 5 times each time we have a fuck session." F-Four o-or five? Oh well, forget I said that. Another thing Eva, I don't know why you, or your other split personality, keeps all his stuff trapped in you until you come home and mount my face. I really wish you or her would stop using pussy plugs whenever you feel the craving to cheat. I almost drowned one night in the slimy deluge than streamed on my face as you straddled my head.". You know exactly what I mean. I meant that..."She continued, "Now when you say that you want me to treat you like my old boss, did you mean how submissive and naughty I could be behind closed doors? Because that's what your comment sounded like to me." Has anyone seen Sandra?" a voice said distantly in the background."Sounds like your friend is looking for you. I don't have a problem with you taking a little longer on your lunch break. Like you said, you're one of the best and hardest working. Taking a BBC seems to be an addiction; like K9 sex. You know that there will be pain involved (at least some) and you’ll be sore when it‘s over…you also ‘know’ that you want it so bad that you ache for it. I’d called in the part time guy that works reception for me. Almost as soon as he arrived, I grabbed my glass of wine and headed for the room. He was in bed, nude and waiting for me. The first thing I noticed was a small tent in the sheet; he was more than ready. We played, we shared some.