That’s it. You just want more cock, right???Yes, Master.??Then BEG for it. I know you can talk. Let me hear you beg for it. Talk and bark at the...same time!? ?Ruff, ruff! More cock, Master. I need more cock. Ruff!??Not right now, bitch. I’m tired. Lick my feet.?Chris made her fetch him beers while he watched a movie.? When it was time for bed, as a final indignity, he made her lie on the bed.? There, he positioned his ass over her face."Deep-tongue my ass, whore!? If you don't do it. And I was watching her…. It’s our first kiss. It was too best …. Then She started to licking my ear ahhhhhh she is biting licking & sucking me… ahhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhShe just make it red colored. Ohhhh that day I got to know ear is my sensitive part :).Just like her I was also exploring her with my hands. My hands were on Ass. The most lovely part… I have a wish I want to fuck her her one day… (Till today it is not yet completed). I was placing my hands in her jeans, reached to her inner.. Most of the mob wives I met were in their late 40s to early 60s. Pretty well all of them had married for the money and some actually preferred it when their husband had a mistress. They could then lead their own life, as long as they were discreet. I met some of them simply because they were lesbians or bisexuals. It’s not because you were married to a mobster that you liked men. Their husband actually preferred to know his wife was with another woman than another man.The one I knew best was. Sometimes he let other men use me. Some time he just beat me, using different whips and things. Front, back, sides, even the soles of my feet, anywhere he felt like. He even put things in me while he beat me. I learned to cum from the pain. Finally, he sent two men to kill me, and dispose of my body. Roger stopped them, and took me away from there. I've been a long time recovering."Amber finally stopped. There were tears running down her cheeks. Her makeup was a mess, and her body was.