I stepped towards her and she pulled me into her mouth. She sucked voraciously and stopped to catch her breath.“Ooooohhhhh, fffuckkk. I need you. I ...eed you in me. Please, fuck me!” she gasped. My stomach sank but I wanted to see it as badly as she wanted it. Matt stopped, unsure of what to do next.“Okay, baby. Straddle Matt to make it look like you’re riding him.”She did and at first he was sitting up sucking on her breasts when she began pressing into him. Then she pushed him down and started. “Smoke it” he ordered.I dropped to my knees and wrapped my hand around his cock. I began to suck his cock. I couldn’t resist and slipped my other hand between my legs. My pussy was soaked. I heard moaning and looked over at Mrs Burke. She was watching me suck her husband’s cock while she orgasmed. Obviously she wasn’t satisfied with one as she kept going. Soon after I climaxed with a moan, well as much as one can moan with a mouthful of cock. Mr Burke was getting more excited and I sucked. We spent the rest of the day lying there soaking up the sun, sipping my wine and catching up with my reading while ogling those young things in their tiny bikinis. Sara had brought a whole stack of magazines to read while slowly we got through the bottle or two of wine."What do you think?" she said and posed in front of me in her new dress."It's a little low," I remarked for the front was a cross over design and showed a fair amount of her breasts."Yeah, nice isn't it," she giggled like a. The list wasn't verylong, but here it goes.-Abstinence in the three days prior to presentation;-Cultivating a general state of pureness of the mind;-Taking a thorough shower;-Accepting the Trainer as God.The Submission would take place at dawn. I would wake up early, take ashower, wear a two-piece swimming suit of my choice with a light pinksarong to enhance my femininity. Mustapha had already asked his twofriends, Ashraf and Achref, to take me from our home. All the time, aftermy man would.