I haven't had a good blow job in awhile. I quickly starts bobbing my head taking her cock. She smelt so damn good and her skin was so smooth. I grip h...r cock and stroke it in rhythm with my mouth. Sara is breathing heavy and moaning softly. I reach up and play with her tits and pull at her nipples making her moan louder. She slowly eases me up and tells me; Let me see that cock of yours. I sit up and pull down my underwear, laying down next to her, I slide up and sit up on the headboard. I. He suckled hungrily.Jamie caressed her husband’s head. She felt a need deep in her being. A need to be filled, to have a man’s seed fill her pussy, her womb. She seemed to be in a constant state of arousal now. She was not sure what was happening to her. She was fucking Sam AND John. It was not enough. Her need clawed at her. John’s hand slid down the waistband of her shorts. Involuntarily, driven by her memories of her son’s cock in her, she humped his hand.I am out of control! I have lost. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Actually, Amber, it’s true. I was smitten with you at the store and did hope for realsies that you’d call me. I was afraid the age thing might be a turn off for you, but I’m so, so glad you called.”“Me too.” She smiled and didn’t say another word for about ten minutes. She just looked at me, off and on, while we ate. Like she was judging me on her five attributes, or sizing me up for a collar. I couldn’t tell, but it was one or the other. Or possibly. His idea of training was to backhand me when I did something he disliked, or restrain me and use the various toys and devices that he has in the “playroom” he held me captive in to torture me into submission. He made it clear that there was no option other than to submit completely and accept him, that my former master, Master L has made no moves to reclaim me from him, though I had hoped he would have at least tried somehow. This is the second week I have been here, and time is starting to.