” Liza sat and flipped Alana into a sitting position between her own thighs, her lips right up against Alana’s ear, hands spreading Alana’s thig...s apart, arranging her legs, bent at the knee and her feet placed on either side of Liza’s legs so that she could hold them open with her own knees, exposing her soaking wet pussy to the cold toilet air. “Lick,” Liza said, presenting her manicured fingers in front of Alana’s mouth, then pushing and pulling them in and out like a cock before bringing. A slut like you can only have one master if you're to serve me properly.Your urges are MY concern - you should always ask permission 1st - even if I'm not here!Now you can make amends.Put your fingers in your pussy, put them in your mouth and stick your tongue - I'm now going to lick your tongue - seems OKDo you want to suck my cock?OK you may unzip me.There can you smell my precum?Can you taste it in your mind?Good - now close your eyes and wait 30 seconds.OK - open your eyes and look into. And this one was going to be on me. I also knew that I would be filming everything that happened, from beginning to end, and would have a huge axe to hold over her head if I needed it in the future...my wife and a couple of black fellows rolling around in a bed in Jamaica. Powerful weapons for my arsenal....especially to threaten her with regarding old Roger. So the next day I told Bertram, the barman, it was a go....and we talked about the details. We'd show up about 9, after an earlier dinner. Soft grunts and moans indicate that our race is nearing its zenith. My hands run up and down his spine, losing traction from the sweat our exertion has created. Suddenly I find myself being rolled from underneath to straddling his hips without losing our connection. ‘Ride me, darlin’,’ he growls, his voice raspy from the tension of holding back. ‘Ride me, cowgirl!’ So I did. I rode my cowboy with all the determination he shows when out in the ring. I planted my feet either side of his lean.