My last clear memory was my Mistress yelling at me- “Fucking whore, I’ll be back in half an hour, fucking clean that shit up.” I admit I was fee...ing light-headed after orgasming so hard...maybe I had passed out? Somewhere above me I heard a door opening and the familiar sound of heels tapping on hard floor."So, has the filthy whore woken up yet?" came the wonderful, but chilling voice of my Mistress."Y-yes Mistress," I replied, my voice a little hoarse. "Good, because I'm not going to wait all. .I want Derek to taste it.. Then she squatted over me, slowly taking me deep into her very tight cunt in short stabs, so intense that I lost it in a very few movements. 'I'M CUMMING, DAMN AM I CUMMING," I shouted as it spurted into her, driving her to a humping frenzy as my juice splattered up against her cervix and began dripping out in globs as she drove up and down on me. As she shuddered and continued riding me, Derek moved around behind her on the bed to clasp her breasts close and kiss. She was also supposed to have called him at 8:00 PM to check in as she was required. This would have been difficult for her to do since she knew she had a cock buried deep inside her at that moment.Brenda trembled with fear as she walked through her front door. As she did, she saw her Master sitting on the couch. Brenda did not speak.“Where have you been?” He asked.“Me and Tiff had a drink and were talking. I lost track of time!” she replied.“Okay” her Master replied.“May I please take a shower. I even allowed them to play and punish my feminine slit with their tongues and their fingers but never their cocks for fear of unwanted offspring. He would interrogate me fully on top of our marital bed wanting every detail of my wantonness and a complete description of the indignities I had suffered under the workmen's control. I must admit his forthright excitement at the disclosures generally resulted in a strenuous workout of spirited spanking followed by a frenzied poking of his cock into.