I love it all. When you lean in, the hard peaks of my nipples brush your chest and I whimper. “Remember who’s in charge here,” you mutter on my...neck and my pussy clenches you in reflex. It sends me over the edge when you say those things to me. I become absorbed in the wet slapping sound of your cock working in and out of my tight cunt and the way the headboard rattles against the wall. The neighbors will be mad again tomorrow, but neither of us ever care, do we? I want your cock again just. I turned my head to look at Allie, although even then I could only justsee her face thru the edge of my eye slit. She drove without a word to apart of town I didn't recognize, although it was clearly one with moreimmigrants. I guess I was kind of relieved at that; I wasn't sure that Iwanted to be seen dressed in a Middle Eastern style as memories of 9/11were still too strong.She stopped the car in a lot and came round to open the door for me,smiling as ever. "I don't know about you, Tina, but I. That was the only good thing that came out of his coming to their marriage bed a virgin. He had no experience, no way of knowing that her juiciness was not her natural secretions, but the cum deposits of her many lovers. Mary Jane was of mixed emotions on Peter’s lack of experience. True, it gave her plenty of room to do the things she needed to do to gain sexual release, but it also allowed her to pull some pretty nasty tricks on him, like having him suck other men’s cum out of her and that. "She may have moments of weakness," Miss Cara admits, "and that's something we're working to correct. But, she won't be with you as long as I prohibit it. I can assure you of that." Stacy feels lost in the powerful, confident woman's eyes. Inside, deep down, she knows Miss Cara's right. Becca exits the washroom. Stacy gets up from the table in a hurry and rushes over to her. Becca's face lights up when she sees her. "Thank you so much for doing this Stacy. I can't, ugh. I can't even imagine how.