Not his thing.”“Threesome?”“I took him to the club, offered to bring a girl home for us. He wasn’t interested.”“So I guess that means th...t rough sex is out huh?” My grin got bigger.“Absolutely. I mean, the sex is great. He’s kind and loving and really enjoys pleasing me. It’s just that...” Her voice trailed off.“It’s just that sometimes you want to be fucked like the dirty slut that you are.” I finished, staring at her.Ms. Bliss nodded slightly.“Yeah.” She whispered, her breath short and fast.I. .. ok, thanks," I said leaving her, heading off towards the smell of the coffee. "Morning run?" I then asked myself as I entered the kitchen. Irene was in fact sitting at the table pouring through several of her personal cook and recipe books. "Morning Irene," I said cordially pouring myself a coffee."Good morning Mr. Somers," she said formally just as she always did. It was almost a running joke between us. Once she had gotten the first Mr. in, it was David, or sometimes even Davy, or whatever. Thick waves of warm cum covered my nose and lips some on my forehead. At this time the first guy let out sharp groans of “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!!!!” as he shot his black seed into my willing white boy pussy. Before I could even move I had two guys standing over me with their cocks trying to enter my mouth. I grabbed both by the base and took turns sucking them and jacking them off into my mouth. They were rock hard and large. Suddenly there was another guy working my ass. I could not even see him.. He leans over and whispers in my ear...."my sweet, Master wishes that you do something for me, after you cum...you will go to the bathroom and finger that beautiful wet cunt for me....you will bring back a taste....do you understand?" I say "yes, my love i understand and will obey" He is enjoying my blushes as he always does. I vaguely hear someone at the table comment on how we manage to keep the romance alive in our relationship, if they only knew. Then he deliberately hits a sweet spot.