"Dear, whatever you just did, do it again," she said.I tried shaking my head no. I tried begging silently. With every fiber ofmy being I tried to beg ...or mercy without actually saying the words.My poor little eggs, my "sissy ovaries" as Mistress called them, lockedin place by the humbler were defenseless.And then it happened. The first blow. Directly on those little ovariesthat were already aching with pain. My whole body shook. And oh god, howI screamed. I screamed directly into her. Directly. I rub my hands against a chest and realize it's not you... I slowly slide onto a cock, letting it fill me up... I know what you want right now, and I lean forward and arch my back... Giving you access to my ass... I feel your hands on me, opening me up... I know you're watching, what I assume to be, a black cock inside me... You do nothing at first, just watch... Caressing my ass... Slapping my ass... And then I feel you... Your tongue on me... You begin to fuck my ass with your tongue in time. ‘Like that?’ I didn’t have to answer. Shiela put her hands on my hips and turned me around, my dick pointing almost true north. She softly wrapped her lips around my dick. Slowly she moved up and down on me. I was almost getting dizzy – all my bl**d was in my dick, not in my head. I sat down, then laid down on my back, thinking passion would overtake Sheila and she would rip off her clothes and sit on my dick, bl**dy pussy and all. Didn’t happen. But Shiela’s unbelievable blow job, and finger. We never thought itd happen on the first night but if lust took over Sara then we agreed a code where she went to the toilet and sent me a message confirming she liked him already. It was then up to me to invite him back to our hotel for a drink. The decision was now mine. This may happen tonight!!About 11pm the bar started to get really busy so I used that as an excuse to pop the question to Dave and ask him if he'd like to join us at our hotel for a quieter drink. I was more nervous asking.