The first strand shot out and splattered her ankles, dripping down to form a web of cum between her ankle bones and her heels. A second glob splatter...d spunk all over her delicate, pantyhosed feet. It kept coming. Spray after spray of my hot man juice coated the tops of her feet and ran down between them. Cum dripped between her arches, over the tops of her feet, down into the nylon of her pantyhose and between her toes.When I was finished I sunk backward, sitting on my heels, panting. . I snatched the phone up. And there it was. Just a single photo. The image was a close up of a woman in red dress sitting on a sofa, her legs open, short skirt pulled up slightly to reveal her shaved mound…I recognized Ana`s red dress. In front of her there was a black huge hand making the “thumb up” signal…I felt my dick was going to explode, watching that picture of Ana; her legs open on a sofa, with a total black man stranger just starting to rub her pussy lips.Then my phone buzzed again and. The head of my shaft was leaking precum, but I didn't notice; I was fixated on Mary and her magical vaginal spasms. I eased another finger in, which didn't seem to bother her at all. She was wet, and I wasn't sure whether ewes could have orgasms so I just wanted to make sure she was ready for me.After a few more moments of internal petting and the insertion of a third finger, she was panting lightly and I had to have her. In the back of my mind I half expected Sam to come bounding up and. I swallowed hard and whispered demurely, “Yes, Mistress!” A second later, my vision was once more filled by Brenda’s wide backside, and I tentatively extended my tongue and licked a soft trail up in her cleft. When it made contact with the soft, lightly rippled skin of her pucker, she purred. That’s when the first slap fell onto my pussy lips. It wasn’t that painful at first, and I realized that it wasn’t the impact of a hand but something softer and more pliable. Leather? A belt? The second.