But why?" was all she said."Why? Because you are a special treasure, pet and I want you to always know that. And a precious treasure such as yourself ...hould sparkle. You always sparkle to me, of course, but now you can sparkle to everyone else and they will know that you are my treasure." I said."I love you, Master. I love you so very much," she said, tearing up again.Once we had finished our dinner together, it was time to head for home. But the evening was still young and it was a beautiful. I was close too. My balls were boiling. I tried to push in a little everytime she moved my head down to her opening, only to have her slie it out and right back up. One time she moved me through her sex I was able to get the tip in a little, and stop her rhythm for a moment. We made eye contact and she mouthed the words “we can’t” before moving my sensitive tip back up to her please button.As close as Em was to cumming I beat her there. The slippery friction finally getting to me first. I. Yet, Sig was fucking Brian's mouth six to seven times a week. He had no intention of stealing his mother's boyfriend, but he had every intention of stealing as much of her boyfriend's semen as he could.On some nights, he could barely fall asleep just from thinking about it all. A better whore. A more prolific pussy, albeit a throatpussy. A swallower. A satisfier. Always available. A standard bearer of how cocksuckers please horny men. On some nights, he had to fuck himself in the mouth with a. Her notoriety was such that she was much in demand at parties and in the coveted halls of high society just to cause a buzz of excitement in the gathering speculating wildly about the "target" of her interest.Marisol enjoyed her infamous reputation because it made her the center of attention and helped to keep her in the style to which she had become accustomed. She slid easily into a dissolute manner of existence with perhaps too many men, too much to drink, and far too much pleasure of a.