She licks harder and faster her tongue diving in deeper. She can feel her Mistress’ hand tighten in her hair as she grinds harder against her face. ...��Yes that’s it you little slut…lick me.” The Mistress moans.The Mistress grinds her pussy harder into her slut’s face moaning loudly as she cums. Her slave lapping her cum up. She rubs her pussy against her slave’s face coating her face with her juices before pulling away. She leans down and kisses her slave then tells her,“Good girl.”The slave. Even the thought of crying was humiliating but the tearscame and flowed down on my cheeks as I reached the car."Why are you crying," Joe asked as he opened the door and looked up atme."Mister Joe, the hobo did cum in my mouth but he made me swallow it," Ianswered."Is that why you are crying," Joe mocked."Mister Joe, that and also how humiliated I feel."I climbed into the car sitting between Sean and Joe. I had been so upsetI had forgotten about letting Jim's cum and piss cocktail out. Theyasked. Betsy’s mind drifted as they circled the dance floor. Betsy realized that she had worked so hard today that she had forgotten lunch. Now, her drink was going directly to her head. Not making her drunk, but nicely tipsy, enough to loosen her and let her do something she had wanted to do for a long time. She reached up and caressed his face. She felt his beard against her palm, soft and warm. They stood still and looked into each other’s eyes, smiling. She felt her heart begin to pound harder,. “What’s on your mind?”“You asked me how I solved the George equation. I remember you telling me I needed to find something that George and I had in common. Well, I found it.”“What was it?”“It’s you, Crystal. George loves Emily ... and I love you.”Her jaw slackened. “No ... no, Richard. Stop.” She stood and stepped away from him.“Crystal -- wait. Please hear me out and then I’ll leave you alone.”She sat on the bench. “All right. Finish what you started to say.”“In the funeral scene when George.