Lay down on your back slave, I got a treat for you. You wanna come sissy she asked me. I begged, yes mistress, please! Ok Cathy grap his legs and put ...hem over his head. Ok slaveboy start stroking when you look at my perfect tits. My dick now stood right above my head so when I should come I was coming in my own face. But I didn’t care anymore, I was too hot and in no time I was shooting my load in my own face. Open your mouth sissy Cathy yelled so a huge part came in my own mouth. Good, now. She had acquired quite a taste for making love, for having a man's, Mark's, penis in her easily-excited needing pussy. Her twenty years of total abstinence and self-denial had built up in her and once unleashed seemed impossible to cool. But now she could indulge without any pangs of guilt, and had, to her heart's content.Yes, it had been a nearly perfect honeymoon, marred only by her memories, nagging recollections of how she had given herself to Mark beneath the elm tree on her father's. ” Then he got serious. “You need to plan how you’re going to tell your congregation. Merely wearing a ring and waiting for people to notice might work for some women, but it’s probably not what you want.”“And how are you going to handle your end?”“I’m not. Oh, I’ll tell my family. Basically, though, I plan to let this year’s supply of students depart thinking I’ll always be an old bachelor, and next year’s supply come to class to see a man who looks like he’s been married forever. Not that many. The day before I was fucking around on the CB Radio; playing with the new toy and being as raunchy as Bill would allow. I messed with a number of guys until one broke in to say that, ‘I got somethin’ make you shut up bitch…then…scream for mama.’ Bill and I laughed about it but the guy persisted – in a nice way. From the voice and accent, it was clear that he was not only black but, from down south. One of the states where, fucking a white girl, could still get a black ass hung. We talked.