WAP! WAP! “Then what does that collar make you slut?” Cass couldn’t say it. She tried to get up but Liz held her in place. WAP! WAP! WAP! “WH...T DOES THAT MAKE YOU? ANSWER THE QUESTION!” “Don’t make me say it, please.” “You will say it or tell me to remove it.” Cass hesitated. She was still wearing his collar, but only because she didn’t have the key to remove it. She was still ‘his’ until it was removed. She thought long and hard about her next move. Liz did not push her. “R……remove it.” Her. Part of our love making, as mentioned before, had to do with her dildo (and other toys) and her bitch Cleopatra. (Remember, we named my asshole with this name : Cleopatra).My wife did take a liking to fucking Cleopatra in many ways. The dildo caused Cleopatra to have an explosive orgasm because it was hitting that "g" spot that gave Cleo BIG cums. Cleo"s sexual desires were satisfied, big time, by the dildo and Cleopatra was enjoying her sex. I told my wife to see if we could create on. Sensing she was about to explode, Robert zeroed in on her clit, knowing just how to push her over the edge.In her mind, her blank canvas was soon filled with bold colors – reds, orange, deep yellows, blues, greens – as she began to feel things happening to her cunt that she'd never felt in her ten years of marriage. As her orgasm burst, Hope screamed as her bold colored canvas became a cascade of fireworks. Her body convulsed, twitching and jerking as if she was having a seizure. Her thighs. The hot coffee I was drinking really came in handy tohelp me to loosen it so I could swallow it down.“Bravo son, if you keep that up for your lovely bride,you’ll never have a need to worry about losing her.”Mother said.“As long as you exhibit such tender loving care toward mydaughter, you’ll keep her love forever.” Maria’s momadded.“T-Thanks.” Was all I could think of saying at themoment, as I was too perplexed about the surrealism ofthe.