Me and Damon are going to fuck you until you tap out and quit. I looked up at him through thick, full, catlike eyelashes, making a mental note to stoc... up on this mascara, forcing his cock further into my throat, gagging, pulling back down the shaft to lubricate his cock with the spit from my gag. "It's going to be a long night, guys. I don't quit anything." Looking back up at him, my turn to give orders, "treat me like the dirty little cocksucking slut I am, baby, and I promise it is you two. My thumb back on your clit, circling, my fingers pushing deep into you, as deep as I can go, hitting the back wall of your pussy, causing grunts of pleasure on each stroke. "Fuck me, fuck me hard." I am moving my hand back and forth with intensity, I am avoiding your clit altogether, this will be a deep, internal, full body orgasm. I slow my strokes and you look at me with desperation. I slowly move my thumb to your pussy and slip it in, a little at a time, slowly, so slowly. Your pussy. You forgot, at the risk of tooting my own horn, what else I did last time?" Lisa winked at Sam."Yeah, you left me a pair of your panties, smelling of your dripping wet snatch, with a note that read 'thinking of you and some lucky gal. Perhaps you can talk her into wearing these afterward, so she can leave the sweet scent of her just-fucked pussy on it. I want to smell her pussy juices on them.' Those were your words, as I recall. The next time we fucked, you produced them and begged me to stuff. She had platted her hair in a French braid and in her new dress she was a stunner. She got her new boots and coat on, and hung on my arm during the brief walk to the Convent Church. We looked the model of middle class respectability, and I felt proud in her company. The Church was not very full, so we sat close to the front. I have always liked the office of Vespers, especially the music and on the rare occasion that I go I have always - to my daughters' despair - sung along. This, in my.