”“Not that vehemently,” he said. “Maybe neither of us has the brains that Bob has; maybe we merely lack the detachment. But if I’d known how...deeply you felt, I’d have at least been looking for a solution.”“So you want more arguments?”“But only in private.”“Well, I won’t give you an argument about that.” she said.“Maybe we need a time of the week when we each get out what’s bothering us. Saturday suppertime?”“Mealtime might be a problem ... Well, I can’t think of another time. Let’s try it. If. A slight moan escaped my lips. My eyes met his again and wordlessly they told me "Shhh!" With his free hand, he draped his coat over our laps as his fingers danced over the front panel of my underwear. I closed my eyes as I scrunched down in the seat, wanting more contact between us. By now his hand was cupping my panty clad mons, my legs splayed farther apart to afford him easier access. His middle finger sliding up and down between my wet silk covered lips. Almost involuntarily, I rolled my. Suddenly while I was tongue-fucking your hole, you slapped my pussy shouting, “Why is your cunt wet bitch? I did not give you permission to enjoy this!” You got up to get your crop to use to punish me. “Get on all fours bitch and follow me into the bathroom,” you ordered…” It was time for my toilet training (where you use me as your toilet). You adorned my collar and leash and walked by like a dog to your bathroom. Once in the bathroom you whipped me several times with your crop. My ass stung. . we should have done this all along ... months ago!” Kara, now at the bottom of the heap, declared as she came from the great feeling of Dana’s fake cock in her tush.“You got that right,” Dana gasped, as she came and I exploded in her sweet Irish ass.“Hell, yeah!” I exclaimed as Carlos finished inside me ... shooting his load toward my prostate.“Well, well ... such a fine dick ... God, I love that you finally took my ass the way that you should ... You own it, after all. It’s yours. Always.