I felt a dart of ejaculate fly past my head and then another landed on my face. I then came uncontrollably. ‘Yeh, cum for Daddy,’ he urged as his ...hythm picked up. ‘Tell me you want fucking.’ I told him, begged him not to stop. He lifted my ass off the bed and really jack hammered me. My cum subsided and my erection shrank. I could see my cock and balls swinging as I was being fucked like a rag doll. His thick arms created a vice around my body and then he pulled out. Even without wanking, he. It seemed like a good idea for some reason, so I grabbed it,found a mirror and reapplied.The dry feeling subsided, and I stopped focusing on the annoyingproblem an assessed my situation. I had had weird although not reallydisturbing dreams, I apparently needed something on my lips, and everytime I thought about making Mistress Dyvia happy, or in the case ofthe email calling myself her slut, I had a nice shot of happiness.This all started after I had been reviewing this story, especiallyafter I. She curled her toes and I felt them digging into my breast."It feels strange just talking about it." She said."Not to me it doesn't." Have you had sex with many women? Which do you prefer?" Not really, no. But I think I prefer women." Men can be so disgusting." That's for sure."She moved her foot to the side of my breast and pushed my breast gently across my chest, stretching it out of shape and flattening it. I gently took hold of her foot with my right hand and held it loosely. I looked down. "You’re going to start answering my questions slut", I hissed, bringing my hand down hard on her buttock. "Now tell me, do you like your ass eaten too?"."Yes!", she gasped."Good girl", I replied pushing the two fingers back into her now dripping cunt, my thumb working her juices around her clit. "What else do you like? How about sucking cock, you like that too?"."No", she whimpered as I slid my coated thumb into her ass."Well that’s too bad, and besides I think you’re lying", I growled, forcing.