As his cock banged inside my cunt I began to thrust as though I hadn’t been fucked for months. Leaning toward him to kiss his lips, my breast brushe... against the smooth flesh of chest. Raising his head off the bed to kiss me, he looked down to witness his cock being devoured by shaved pussy. My pussylips were kissing his cock like frantic teenagers in the back row of the cinema. Rotating my pelvis slowly to accentuate the vision, I rode his cock, feeling his foreskin sliding over his glans as. Pulled to his feet by his hair he let out another groan as the blood flowed back to his knees. His Master held his hair with one hand and grabbed him by the throat with the other. “Spread your legs, NOW”Unsteadily he shuffled his feet until the were as wide as he could get them, held firm in place by his Masters grip. Leaning my face right up to his I stared straight in his eyes, caressing his cheek with the back of my hand I purred, “what do you want my little dog slut? Tell your Mistress what. Her large tits nearly spilling over the white ruffled top.“Aww, man. This is great.” He says, grabbing her hand and leading her to the couch.He pulls her onto his lap and digs a meaty hand into her skimpy maid’s top. Pulling out her big tits.Excitedly he says, “Man this is great. I’ve wanted to fuck your slut ass since we met.” Roughly he plays with her tits, squeezing and jiggling them. Pinching and pulling her nipples.Donna grimaces as she lets him abuse her breasts in ways that she has never. John could see globs of his white sperm on her panties, pubic hair, pussy lips, thighs, and hands."Oh, Mr. Baxter ... John ... I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. Please forgive me," she cried. "If my husband found out he'd divorce me ... no, he'd kill me! If Ms. Kraus found out she'd fire me. Please don't tell anyone."John stared down at the woman, her face red and contorted, her hands clasped at her chest which was rising and falling, her panic-stricken eyes looking at him over her.