I walked up and they all looked at me. Sassy said, "John, I just love your mother. We were talking about where we grew up and it turns out I went to s...hool one year with her."Mom started laughing and said that Sassy had gone to school with her in Brownwood, Texas. Mom said Sassy had graduated the year before she did. It was a small world.I left them to their visiting and I walked over to the pool. My entire circle was in the pool: the members that had left the circle as well as my remaining. Immediately He laughed out loud and pulled His foot away. "Do you want to cum, you little whore?" He asked, still chuckling. She nodded her head in frustration, her mouth open, breathing hard. "Well, go on then," He teased her again, "go and make yourself cum for me." She looked at Him, nearly crying with frustration. How was she going to make herself cum with her hands tied behind her back, kneeling on the floor in front of Him? She looked around to see if she could find anything to help her. 5 hours. The next hour was a blur. I was broken and exhausted and had given up onmyself. I began to think about what Vern had said, I deserved just what I got,I had forced the issue. Vern would have an excellent case that it wasn't rape,because it was pretty much what I had described that I wanted. I knew better, I had been forced against my will, even though I had placedmyself in the situation to guarantee that it would happen, I had wanted tocall it off, I just was too late. All in all, I. I take one long lick of her beautiful pink pussy and I'm sure I can taste more than her juices; in fact, I think I can just taste my Masters cum too. He can see the quizzical look on my face as I lick my lips and as if he can read my mind he says, "No slut, that is not my cum, it belongs to the whore’s cuck husband. That's why she is being punished. She let him cum inside her without my permission, and then she thought she could give me sloppy seconds as if I were her sissy husband." I don't.