The head of my cock touched my little baby’s lips and I started to pant, almost ready to blow. I loved the lustful look in my girl’s eyes as she ...licked her tongue against me. ?I’m cumming cunt!? I bellowed as I felt my balls contract and explode, shooting a thick stream of cum onto my slut’s face. Her head jerked back involuntarily as the hot sperm splattered her skin. Broad streaks of cum cut across Lynne’s face, it was on her lips and nose, across her forehead and into her hair.. Sam sat down next to her and wrapped her arm around the smaller more feminine woman."Negotiations are over for the night," Sam smiled without waiting lowered her face and kissed the girl. Soft and tender their lips met. Something passed between them. When they broke apart, the younger girl sat speechless her mind whirling. Sam raised her index finger as the waitress approached then pointed her thumb to the black girl."Now don't you look just like ninety pounds of dynamite? I'm Samantha but I go. . tight. Her posture was tight, as were her movements and facial expressions. Her lips were in a perpetual tight line and her hair was pulled back into a bun so tightly that Abigail marveled that the individual hairs didn't pull out at the roots. Even Fran's speech was tight. She rarely spoke with emotion, keeping her speech almost monotone, and her conversations rarely held wasted words. In other words, Fran was tight, like a spring getting ready to pop.That was largely why Abigail looked for. Our life followed this pattern for the next few months. My submissionhad become common place and my abuse had become a way of life. MyMistress had originally locked my penis into a chastity belt and hadtold me the longest I'd be in it was a day or two. That was until sherealized how much my behavior changed. At first I was constantlywhining, then I became more and more docile, consumed and constantlytending to her every desire. This was the trigger, she realized thatwith my cock locked up.