She milked every last detail about having sex with Mark from me too, and I was more than willing to share. Cindy and I were both oversexed, plus we’... had a number of shared fantasies that involved each other and various men who’d come into our lives.After sending me two-dozen pink roses again, he called me on Thursday evening and asked if I had a formal gown. I didn’t. I owned various cocktail dresses, but no ball gown. The last time I’d worn one had been to my high school prom over a decade. There is a touch on my hips, and I tense. I close my eyes and then I feel lips on my bare neck. Then it is like a revelation. My Master is here. I know your scent, I know your touch ......... I know you like I know no other. If there were ever an instinct from the core of my being, it is to turn and grab you right now, to grab you and cry and hold on. I am a slave though. I am full of pride to display to you, your most valued property. My head remains lowered. I shall not look up at you. You. When they had finished, they made me stand up and wank in front of them, they ordered me to come in my hand and swallow my spunk, Mary filmed my wank with her mobile phone. Then they left to go to school.For the rest of the day I was so excited, I imagined myself sucking their tiny pubescent breasts, forcing my huge cock slowly up their tight, hairless virgin pussies as they cried out in pain, I wanked three times while fantasizing over their beautiful bodies. Then at 4 pm, the phone rang, it. " That was all I needed to hear. My wife has never let me cum on her face, no matter how drunk or horny she got.Laura turned around and sat on the ottoman, still at the tail end of her orgasm, and tilted her head back with her mouth open waiting for my cum. She was rubbing her clit to milk every last bit of her orgasm as a shot several streams of hot cum in her mouth and on her faceI collapsed onto the couch in a heap, exhausted from the most passionate sex I'd had in years. Laura excused.