Then she started swinging the wooden paddle against slave inez’s ass.She had said that it would be fast, and it was. Mistress Matilda was striking a... fast as she could. Slave inez had no time to sob or cry out. Instead she called out, “One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine, ten, eleven, twelve.” The last four numbers were actually called out after the spanking had ended. As soon as she said, “twelve,” slave inez dissolved into heavy sobbing and tears. After a few. I am so happy that I did. He brought home Ben, a British born man of Algerian & Moroccan descent. I knew Ben for years as he is one of my husbands business colleagues. I was very fond of Ben. He comes to my door, I welcome him in and he poses a question I found strange at the moment. Ben asked "Does Harold ever lie?" I told him of course not. Ben than told me that he was my 'big dicked darkie'. I did not mean to, but I laughed. The surprise was that great and I found it hilarious. I made it. The area of her arm pit was wet with her sweat. My erection became uncontrollable.a great bulge appeared in my pant zib. Yhen i looked at sofia. I again stunned because she was looking at my eruction. Swetha also saw my eruction as my tshirt was too short. I could nt stand and couldt go to bathroom as it would give them a clear view of my eruction. I looked agin at sofia. Her breast became so prominent in her tshirt. Swetha also became horny. She was in the same earlier position but the wet. It just kept coming, and she kept swallowing, her lips sealed to my shaft. She didn’t lose a drop. When I finally stopped and fell back on the bed, she pulled her head back slowly, cleaning the shaft as she went.“Jesus, Rachel that was amazing.”“Thank you again.” She said after she swallowed the last of my jizz. I looked down expecting to see my member slowly dwindling to soft and useless, but there it stood in all its glory.“You should be that way for at least an hour or so.”“Very Cool! Now.