I moaned in time with his hard thrusts and had a really noisy orgasm. I heard some laughter but couldn’t hear the comments but I didn’t care. My b...dy was quivering. My breeding continued. Guys stepped up one after the other. It’s kind of boring I guess, hearing about each guy. But when you are the slave girl being bred, it’s not boring at all. I lost count of the guys who came in me and my whole universe became nothing but a giant, floppy, cum-filled cunt, just waiting for the next cock to get. Sandra was a very attractive woman in her late forties with a great figure and an insatiable lust for sex. She just oozed sex. Very soon in our relationship she discover that I was a 'closet' crossdresser and she didn't mind in the least and actually encouraged me. I'd pick Sandra up from her cottage early on a Monday morning and, usually, even before she'd got to the end of her road, she'd be undoing my trousers to get my cock out, taken off her knickers, that's if she was wearing any, and. Even though she was eighteen now, Mike still worried about her and missed her more than he thought he would. He felt strange about it, but he slept in her room the nights she was gone hoping it would keep him from missing her too much. It hadn’t worked, though. The smell of her shampoo had clung faintly to her pillows, and it only made him miss her even more. It had also given him too much time to think about the odd change in her behavior since Thursday.She came back late in the day on Sunday. Her dress hung off the shoulder with a fashionably low neck line, a copy of early sixties fashion with large flowers in red and pink printed on the voluminous material. Had she been slightly well endowed with breasts, it might have been revealing, fetching even, but on her, looked rather too much for her spare frame. She had no jewellery on not even a watch adorned her body. Her fingers were very long, almost disproportionate to the rest of her hand, slender, but not quite bony. Thin wrists led.