"Yeah baby. Cum on my face!" Trish begged as the first wad of my creamy jizz blasted her slutty face. "I love being your slut! Gimme some more, please..." A few seconds later I was spent, having sprayed several more loads of gooey cum on Trish's face; one landed on her chin and the last barely had any force behind it but still managed to leave a sticky rope over the top of her inflated left breast.I buttoned up my shirt and recovered my boxers, pants and shoes. While I was doing this, Trish. Laura sat on the couch, and when I was satisfied with the fire, I sat down next to her.My wife and I had rehearsed several possible scenarios, and I opened the door to one I was most comfortable with, saying: “Laura, you still seem uptight about things. Are you having second thoughts about tonight?”She fidgeted and I saw a flush creep up her neck. She coughed and crossed, then recrossed her shapely legs. “I don’t know, Owen. I do like the idea ... I guess I’m just nervous about being in the. We'll pick you up at eight o'clock again.' There was no 'Can you make it?' discussion, just we'll be there, and of course, you'll be ready." Saturday, we had a nearly identical evening, dinner at one of best places I've ever eaten in, a different club with dancing, only this time after the club, the limo took us to the Four Seasons Hotel, where it turned out Joe has a suite of rooms permanently reserved. I figured, this is crunch time. I wondered what kinks and fetishes the guy had as we went. At length the feeling passed and she rose and walked briskly down thestreet and into a car park. She felt a momentary flush of pride seeingher new car waiting there. Buying the Rover was perhaps anextravagance, but she loved its style, comfort, and the class it gaveher. Having Dora as a driver too was perhaps another extravagance, butDora was in the coven too and Martha was glad to have helped herthrough a difficult period.Dora was dozing in the driving seat. Martha opened the passenger doorand.