On each down stroke he would lift his hips to meet me, so as to bury himself completely in me. The pleasure of being filled by him was so intense that...I could not keep quiet, even if I wanted to. I moaned and cried out with every deep penetration of his magnificent procreative organ. I was responding as a submissive female, and I wanted him to impregnate me with his thick fluid. I would have been happy to continue this indefinitely, but he had other ideas. He pushed me up and slid out from. I let my mind wander, doing what it does best...problem solving. Cassiopeia Franklin was the subject of my thoughts. Why did she want to learn how to be a whore? A sex worker? What secrets were hidden behind those gray eyes? I made a mental shopping list of supplies I’d need for my periods of instruction and then closed my eyes and slept. Cassiopeia was still asleep when I stumbled into the kitchen in search of coffee. The expensive coffee maker was on and the pot was full. I figured she’d made. Both girls still loved Tracey’s big dick inside their bodies and both knew that they could not compete with that but on the cunnilingus front it was a different story. Their female intuition and intimate knowledge of their own body parts gave them each such a huge advantage when doing what they were doing right now and each girl played that advantage out to the full. They gave each other such huge orgasms with the amplitude of all the sound effects coming from their mouths matching the. I wrapped them around my cock in an effort to conceal the cum that was now oozing through my pants. I also had other intentions for them. I decided that since no move had been made yet, and there was no telling when her boyfriend would come back, I would make sure she knew I was masturbating into her panties. When she came out, she started fiddling with something in the cabinet next to the bathroom door.I wanted her to be as close to me as possible as I jacked myself off, so this looked like.