You haven’t finished your breakfast. Now lick my hand clean.” Alice told Missa and proffered her hand to Missa to be licked clean before she conti...ued eating her breakfast. Once breakfast was done, Alice told Missa to clean up the dishes, put her robe on and to push the cart outside the door, and then meet her in the master bathroom. She watched Missa do as she was told while continuing to sip on her coffee and when Missa was walking towards the bathroom Alice took one last swig of her. It escaped my memory if I had already added the coarse brown sugar already. I was hesitant to repeat that step because “too sweet” was just as annoying as no sugar at all. A tentative sip confirmed everything was in order.I had been on the wagon for a couple of months then. My often abused body felt well rested, except for the wear and tear on my well-exercised dick from my bar-girl responsibilities to break the little darlings in on proper customer relations.The three new girls looked a little. I lifted up on my knees and took Jeffs monster cock in my hand. With a deep breath, not sure how it would fit I started to slide Jeffs nine inches into me. I had never been stretched so far. I slowly slid him in to me gasping at his size. When it started to hurt a couple of times I would back off and push down a little further. It took awhile to get him all the way in, but I was sure enjoying the process! I came hard that night. Jeff was so much bigger than my husband it hurt, but felt really. Each time I knew it was a bad idea to say yes, but being the sex addict I was, I couldn't resist the temptation of allowing others into our sex lives. And, She was always the one to initiate it and each time I said yes, (which was every time) she made me regret it. The strange thing was, she had always stated that she couldn't stand to see me fuck anyone else, so I didn't. We played with men in threesomes, we played with other couples and I only did what she allowed me to do, which was to.