My ultimate objectives/goals in life are simple: to be the best I can be at what I do professionally throughout my career and to always be there whole...eartedly and unconditionally for my family.Now, the raunchiness (sorry guys, no other word to describe what I'm about to put in the second part of this story...)Sex, I like it. Pussy, I like it. Touchin' and stroking my dick, I like it. Sex and sexual exploration is all natural and quite honestly, if you haven't experienced it and are mature. Not a single item adorned her naked body. She was lying in the middle of the bed as Angela fondled and stroked her.“You seem so comfortable with your slavery,” Angela continued. “It seems that you do not mind being owned.”Alaine looked up at her new owner. “It’s not a matter of minding or not minding, Mistress. I am owned. And I would rather live as a slave than die being free or trying to be free.”Angela nodded as she listened. She knew about the capsule that was embedded in each of the. 'Mmmmm' was all she could do as she picked up her pace like she was in a hotdog eating contest, and it was just her and one other. My balls tighten up as I grabbed her head thrusting my cock deep into her mouth. She stopped moving as I started to do all the work I felt my legs starting to give out but I just keep thrusting hard and fast. Her tongue still playing with my throbbing hard head with every thrust. “Oh fuck.... Holy shit...... mmmmmm...... baby here I cummmm,” I panted out. I could. Sam grunted but didn’t ask me to stop. I began working my thumb around whilst continuing to finger her pussy with my other hand. I lay on top of Sam, removed my thumb and replaced it with my cock. Again very gently I pushed my length in. She was very tight and I felt her unease but I kept pushing until I was embedded deeply in her bum. I had finally fucked Sam in her arse.I lay back and wanked furiously. My cock was rigid in my hand, red, swollen and very erect.I stopped, grabbed my phone, took.