"Michelle called. Said she might be a little late tonight." Then, getting up from her chair, she made her way to the kitchen. "I can make dinner tonig...t if you'd like?"Normally I get stuck doing the cooking and half the cleaning so her offer was like music to my ear. "What does Chef Jess have in mind?" I askedJess just looked at me for a second. Her facial expression looked like she was shocked for me to think she couldn't cook. She cocked her head to the side as a strand of her red curly hair. TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE!" Sandy, still looking into her mistress' eyes couldn't deny it any longer. In barely a whisper, "Yes mistress, I crave the humiliation. I am so excited I'm about to lose control just thinking about all that has happened this morning." "What do you want, slut? "I want more. I need more. I can't control myself anymore. I need to be humiliated, to be used and degraded. Please mistress, use this worthless slut. I'm begging you." She said as she dropped down and started to kiss. They were both moaning, getting progressively louder the harder they fucked. Brad’s hand slid up her soapy back and he wrapped his fingers in her wet hair, yanking her head back as he thrust against her harder and faster. Kerri cried out in pleasure, her body setting afire as Brad roughly began to fuck her. She took one hand off the shower wall and massaged her breast. She felt her body start to tingle, and her orgasm hit her so hard she almost lost her balance. Brad’s hand on her hip saved. She claimed that the number she got right during the day was the minimal number of orgasms he had to give her that night.“You’re doing that on purpose,” she accused. She looked down at her sheet of paper at her prediction. She had predicted church, synagogue, mosque, and then church. So far that day, they had visited a synagogue, mosque, and now a church.“No, I’m not,” Oscar said.Pouting she said, “At this rate, you won’t have to give me an orgasm tonight.”Grinning at her, he asked, “Does that.