In the end we were coated in jizzThe four of us ladies lay there panting and heaving. My body felt like it had run a 2O mile marathon. My pussy was t...robbing and I felt like I had passed a child. I was definitely going to be sore in the morning. But right now I was absolutely fuck-giddy and delirious. The cum on my face was cooling on my hot skin and was begining to get very sticky, but I had intention of wiping it off, instead I rubbed it into my lfesh feeling like a marked woman“ You. Fear now dominated her eyes. ‘Wow, I feel special,’ Benita said in a disgusted tone as she picked up her bag and started stuffing her things into it. ‘What are you doing, Mistress?’ Stacey asked in a fearful manner, tears in her eyes as she stared intently at Benita. ‘DON’T CALL ME THAT!’ Benita shouted as she swiftly and surely removed the slave collar from around Stacey’s neck and tossed it on the bed beside her. ‘I’m not your Mistress, anymore,’ she added as she resumed her packing.. “It’s been quite some time since I had a hardcore fucking.” She said.“My husband is impotent. He can hardly last for 2 minutes and never plays with my pussy. But you will, wouldn’t you?” She motioned with her slender hands to come over to her.Then she slowly started to undress me. I was thrilled as my dream of fucking my sexy neighbor was finally going to come true. I was also nervous as I was a virgin at that time too.“Raghu, have you ever had hardcore sex? Or even sex?” she said as she gazed. She was definitely the dominant adult it thathousehold, and at times she could be quite strict. She was religious too, firmlybelieving in the Bible phrase "spare the rod and spoil the child." Aunt Beth's husband was a tall, broad shouldered, good-looking oil-fieldworker named Ray. Ray was a quiet man who always wore a flannel shirt. I don'tever recall him saying one word to me. Uncle Ray, as I called him, worked onan oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico and was usually gone for three weeks at atime..