Shortly thereafter, I get a text telling me to be at his place after work. I go through rest of my day concerned that I have angered him, and maybe l...sing the relationship I so desperately need. As I get there, I get a text telling me to come in, not speak to him, go upstairs, strip, and lay naked on the bed with my legs spread. I am concerned as I did not shave my pussy this morning and I know that anytime I am with him, I have better be smooth enough to run a knife blade over. Following. Could the pleasure of having a penis in your vagina really be so intense? The flushed face and glazed eyes of their teacher, and the tiny droplets of perspiration on her upper lip and brow, suggested that it was.Nor was the young man between her legs unaffected by the ferocity of Miss James’s climax. Her vagina had instigated a series of convulsive contractions which massaged his organ as if trying to suck his seed from him. The ache in his testicles had now become almost unbearable and he knew. “Yes Mistress, very thirsty.”“And why didn't I feed you this morning?”“So I wouldn't spoil my appetite.”“That's right...”*SMACK*She lambasted his ass cheeks with the open palm of her gloved hand. His flesh jiggled in the tight, shiny latex. Vicky smiled. It was one of her favorite sights. She was tempted to deliver more, but she knew her slave would be getting a thorough working over soon enough.“You'll be getting all you can eat today, slut. Does that excite you?”“Yes, Mistress Vicky!” he. The problems started when my wife was tired of being on the 'pill' and she said it was my turn. Since, we already had six kids, and weren't planning on having more; we decided I should get the Big 'V' (Vasectomy) as everyone called it back then. Some of my coworkers were also planning to get fixed and it became somewhat of a kidding game. Like little gifts of pieces of clear plastic tubing on a bed of cotton with red ink scattered around them in a box like earrings might come in. Everyone got.