Thank You!” “I,ll bet deep down you Didn,t want me to stop them!” “Of Course I did, but in a way it would have been interesting to see what th... other punks, cum tasted like!” she sighed. “Well you can taste this punks cum as often as you like My Dear Wife!” I offerred. “Ah yes, but I Know What you Taste like!” To prove the point she knelt between my thighs and began to use her tongue to lick up and down my stiffening shaft and sensitive testicles till precum oozed from the bulbous knob which. Hardly anybody else was about at this hour, but she didn't want him standing there all day ? which he was quite capable of doing."Ah Becky, my dear," the old farmer said looking up from his magazine, "I appear to have neglected to bring any money with me. I don't suppose you could help me out today could you?"Becky sighed. The old man's eyes had raised themselves from the magazine alright, but then they had drawn level with her breasts and not risen any higher."Do you mean help you out by. Give me all of it!”Justin positioned himself behind her and pushed into her. He began thrusting harder and harder. Sunny’s breasts started to slap rhythmically against the guy’s face. Justin came quickly, leaving a stickily load of cum dripping out of her.“So boys, now do you believe it?” she said, standing defiantly naked in front of them, sex dripping form her.“Hell yes!” came a voice from the back of the room.“Good.” she said. “You seemed to like it didn’t you?” she asked the guy on the. Sometimes he will bring another guy, or other guys, with him. He likes to order me to have sex with his friends while he watches. It turns him on. He likes to embarrass me. It turns him on to humiliate me by showing me off and making me do things most girls wouldn’t do.”“Why don’t you leave him?” I asked incredulously.“Because I love it, silly!” she exclaimed. “If he were to tell me I couldn’t be his slave any longer it would kill me. Every time he makes me do something, even the smallest.