My first shot hit her open mouth, but she let the remaining spurts spray all over her face. As I began to calm down, she smiled at me and began rub my...cum into her skin with her fingers. She scooped up a load and licked some of the juice. She then stuck her finger in my mouth, so I could taste my own jism. "Yeah, eat your own cum," she panted, as she began to finger her clit with her other hand. "Now you're a cumslut just like me. We can be partners forever, now that we are sharing your cum.". Again, it was a lovely meal and we didn’t mind that the journey time was just over twenty minutes away from home. Even though we’d been living in Spain now for several years, we still hadn’t got into their habit of dining late in the evenings. We would still turn up as the restaurant opened at eight o’clock and didn’t, because of this hour, have to book in advance, though if you wanted to eat later, then a booking was necessary. Because of the ambience of the place, we still stayed and had a. Maybe now I can teach him a thing or two myself. I now have enough leather of my own! I laughed hard at that taboo thought.I picked up the VHS tape with the Label "To the Sex Farm" and put it in the recorder. It started as a kind of advertising film. A commercial for recruiting new members of this private Leather bar and sex club. In this commercial I saw tough men and young guys clad in Leather and Jeans pass by. Who all had the same access card as I had found in my Leather Biker Jacket. They. I knew all three of them from their rowdy visits to the diner-just a gaggle of street-toughs without enough brains between them to open a soda can. Together they fed on each other's quests for delinquency, rising to new highs of violent behavior when they were together and able to convince themselves of their "gang" status. I had fucked up earlier in the day. One of them came into the diner and insinuated how lucky I was that he was willing to let me spread my legs for him. I wasn't amused and.