And this slut (I do have respect for her. But she's a slut) is like me. Not exactly as ... profound... as me... but still... she loves good fuck.And t...en I was there ignoring them making plans about manipulating *** to manipulate *****, so *****'s cunt could be completed for a while before my pleased eyes... and watch them losing control over their pleasure. When *** and I left, I did tell him my BF was getting horny over him and setted up the plan I did imagine.I brought him back home... and. "June, you have the most beautiful green eyes I have ever seen... Ahh, what happened, I leaned over to help you up and then, nothing. Hmmm, passed out huh? I should have gotten back in bed sooner."June looked down at me as the tears continued to fall from her cheeks, "Master, we are sorry for causing you to pass out. Please Master, do not leave us." June I'm not going anywhere right now, how can I? I can hardly walk. Do you know what is going on? Why are you calling me master and why May called. “Where are you taking me?” he asks the horse. Then he thinks about the question and how foolish it is to even ask it. “Well I just hope you know how to get back.”As if responding to his question, the horse just stops. Casey looks around, unsure of what is going on. The horse snorts and drops his head to the ground to munch on a tuft of grass in the middle of the trail.“This isn’t a time to eat,” Casey complains. Come on,” he says, tugging on the reins. “Let’s turn back around. It’s getting. So I went to greet her. Anita rolled her window down so I could talk and when I looked in, my jaws just dropped down. My sexy wife was wearing a short skirt and it was pulled up exposing her naked shaved mound. I stared at it and noticed her pussy lips were glistening and Ana was trying to get her thighs closed tightly. She smiled, telling me that she had been a while with her Black Master at his place and Jerome had filled her sweet cunt with salty warm cum; so, she did not want her skirt.