“He can’t go again,” I thought.I could feel how his cum was making my channel slick. I could also feel it flowing out onto my thighs and getting...into my bush. It was trickling down the crack in my ass. “Are you going to fuck me again?” I asked timidly.“Hold on, Lisa,” he said with a grin. “I told you I wasn’t through with you.”In seconds, Wyatt was pounding me with his cock again as hard as when he started. The only thing I could do was wrap my legs around his thighs and dig my fingers into his. She trapped my wrists together at the small of my back. She was back down on her knees, and this time her mouth found my erection without hesitation, so I wasn't about to complain. This woman knew how to use her mouth as well as her hands. She stroked as she sucked, working both my shaft and my balls - gripping them and kneading them. Her tongue circled my cockhead, working around it and under it, and I was in heaven. I was about to burst, and I the sounds I was making were announcing that. Keith told me he loved it. I heard him say in a low whisper, ”Been better it had been a real dick, ” as he turned our night lamp off.”What did you say?” I asked him. ”Nothing Kate, nothing at all, ” Keith replied.That left my mind as I lay there cuddling up to him thinking about that shadow. I know I had seen someone or something standing in the hallway looking into our bedroom. However, I fell asleep cuddling up to him trying to avoid the big wet spot on my side of the bed,The next morning at. I stepped into it and as the woman brought it up into place,tucked my self in, so to speak. The liner turned out to be of a heavier,elastic material and did a very good job of hiding my, um, true gender.A servant, holding a floor length, white silk, tube shaped gown,approached from just behind me and came to stand before me. She held itout in front of her, high enough for the hem to not touch the floor. Shethen lowered the gown to the floor, descending to her knees as she didso. The woman.