She is mine for the moment so I press a little harder holding myself in the back of her throat. She still hasn’t broken eye contact. ‘Good girl, s...ch a good girl.’ I murmur releasing the pressure and sliding my cock from her mouth. A string of drool connects us for a moment. ‘Are you ready for me to fuck you from behind and show you who’s in command?’ she likes it when I talk dirty and she blushes just a tiny bit. ‘You want my cock doggy style?’ ‘Yes, please, master.’ She whispers moving back. Josh then started taking dirty to me which turned both of us on. "Suck it bitch,” he barked. This is the first time someone had talked dirty to me and I loved it. Josh grabbed my head and then started thrusting into my mouth. “Yeah, you like getting your face fucked” Josh stated. The force exerted by Joshs hand increased and then with a forceful thrust he pushed his dick into deep into my mouth deep forcing me to gag. “Thats it bitch, you like gagging on my dick don’t you”. I recovered and went. I added the panties to my kinetic sculpture and strung the bra across the inside of my closet door. I also began to wonder if Amanda gave everyone she screwed a pair of musky panties. If she did, she must not wear panties very often. It was an appealing thought.I suppose I walked around with a smile plastered to my face more or less constantly for the next week. Of course it was sort of difficult to be serious when, every time I saw Paul or Alan, I got a spontaneous round of applause, and just. Things got so bad between my husband and me, that I took my own bedroom, and we no longer slept together, and barely spoke to each other—which has been our situation for seven years now. I can’t leave him without the danger I’ll be stuck with spousal support payments, as I was in my second divorce, since he doesn’t work but just watches TV and online porn all day. Or goes to see his brother at his cabin up in the mountains and comes back drunk and high. Mercifully, my third husband and I had no.