"See! See! Yeah. Davia's a good girl. She knows how to shoot a big load for her Mommy! Huh? Huh, Baby."I was in a trance. Heaven. After I shot for a l...ng time, big ropey strands of sperm all over my stomach and her arm and hand, Frieda leaned over and kissed me again. Then she efficiently took out some tissues and cleaned us off.After she had me all cleaned of jizz, she had me don the panties (cotton, full cut, white, soiled by her, as I later determined from sniffing them when I got home) and. When the Sisters sent me here," she stammered, "they-they gave me a thing..." And?" I mean, they said they sent the other part ... to you. For me." She paused, hoping he would nod and hand it over. Instead, he gestured for her to continue. "A key, I mean. I need it. Sir." For what?"She whispered something."Pardon?" ... to relieve myself, sir."Claude raised an eyebrow. "You need a key ... to piss? That makes little sense..." He wanted her to say it aloud. But she didn't know at all what a. We continued fucking for a few minutes. I used some of her juices that were flowing as lube and stuck a finger up her ass. I knew she was close to having another orgasm and that pushed her over the edge. I was trying to pace myself from cumming, but it was a losing battle. I was too close to stop it. When she finally came a third time, I let go too. My wife does not use birth control and I do not wear condoms. We have been using the pull out method for many years. I play it good and always do. Muted sounds break the silence; the shuffle of feet, the scrape of furniture, the soft resonance of whispered conversation. My chest throbs with pride. They have come. I am worthy. I will be their entertainment. Their eyes will consume my body, shaking before them, bathed, glistening and quivering in orgasmic pleasure as they find each other in the darkness, as mouths swallow throbbing cocks, as fingers flick their way across swollen clitoral nubs, as nipples are sucked, pussys licked, and as.