Weirdest of all, she didn’t regret it. In fact, as she slipped out of bed and got dressed (no time for a shower) she peeked over at the man laying i... her bed, and wished that she had time to go down on him again.She didn’t even know his name. After her fifth shot, Carlotta had pulled him into the bathroom at the bar, unzipped his pants, and slowly, lovingly gone down on him until he’d cum in her mouth.Then she’d invited him back to her place, and gone down on him twice more.He’d been a bit. We can use the conference room."I trust you don't mind if my colleagues sit in with us to observe." It's unusual," said Detective White. "But, I see no problem with that." Coffee?" asked Detective Lam."Sure." Do you need a hand getting it?" asked Rusty."Come with me. Meet you in the conference room."Once they were in the conference room, Detective White said, "We'll record this and have it transcribed when we're done." Mind if I read through the statement you have." No. Here it is."Sarah read. After over three months in the field, even if this mission was cushy sweet for a SEAL team, and the past weeks with the police and hospital, the tensions running high for everyone, there had simply been no time for their games. But his body and his heart told him it was way past time to remind his loving wife exactly who was in control…right down to her happy O’s as she nicknamed them. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to bury his aching cock balls deep into his wife’s welcoming. "Was the question too complicated for you, faggot? Are you impressed by my big cock?"I looked at my wife, who gave me just the slightest affirmative nod. I whispered, almost inaudible, "Yes." Speak up, faggot!" he demanded."Yes," I said, loudly."Yes, what?" he asked, sneering.I had no idea what he was expecting. I looked for help to my wife, who leaned into me and whispered into my ear, "Master, he is your Master."I stared at her in shock. This was extreme. Her eyes pleaded for me to go along.