Her fingers tighten, gripping my hair tight as the þrall grinds herself into my mouth, using me -- her mistress -- for her pleasure. Looking up acros... her taut, flat belly, across her heaving chest, I see her at the moment of climax, my fingers deep inside her, feel as her young body is wracked by waves of pleasure.As it subsides her fingers loosen on my hair and I start to push myself up, chin slick with her arousal, panting from the exertion. I turn and see my husband grinning at us, his. CHAPTER THREE Pinky and I had developed a habit of showering together. One afternoon we walked in to the shower and another guy was in the midst of soaping up his cock. We startled him, but he kept soaping and gave us a big smile. I knew this guy, from just being around. His name was Gary Ballard, a very talkative, outgoing black guy. He was about the same height as Pinky. Same lean frame as Pinky and he was very dark, to the point of actually being black. He also possessed one very long. See all that sweet honey dripping inside? See how wet and pink and delicious it looks... like a ripe pink peach. "You want to taste my peach don't you, sparkle? You want to lick and lap up some of that sweet syrupy goodness, don't you?" Mistress purred."Oh please! Please Mistress may I? May eat your sweet delicious peach? Oh please!" sparkle begged, seeing the temptation right before her... just out of reach of her tongue."My, my, such an impatient little one!" Mistress said smiling at jewel.. . i think he felt it was easier for me to convince them to try something, because soon he was chatting to me and telling me to propose them the things he wanted. i must say i liked his ideas, so, i didn't mind at all doing him that small favor.Unfortunately, after one year more or less, we lost contact with that couple due to some real life issues. When the people saw that couple was not coming back (after weeks of silence) everyone left, but that man and i still chatted about that experience..