As her shattering climax continued, I felt a wave of her slick love-honey wash over my chin. Her warm sensual smell tasted wonderful as it wafted in t...rough my nostrils and settled on my tastebuds. As her writhing hips started to slow down, I released her pulsing clit and slid my tongue lower into her oozing hole. I set the tip of my tongue at the base of that gooey slit and pushed inwards.“Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned and my tongue encountered a warm silky pool of her musky nectar. I slurped and. She loved this man completely – and yet, she now loved him even more. She couldn’t stop the tears from falling from her eyes as she squeezed his hands and smiled at him.“As you said earlier, my submissive streak is sexual, my love. It is only for my master – only for you. I can whip those other bitches into shape. We’ll get your sisters, mi amore, because we’ll be the best goddamn household in this solar system.”Calix smiled, unable to stop from chuckling. “Good. Thank you.”He turned his face. I laughed internally. For three decades of my life I’d wanted to appeal to the opposite sex. Sure, I’d caught Ginger over twenty years earlier, but I wanted more – to stand out, to be sexually desirable, and even to be the hottest male many females knew. Realism would set in; I was none of those. But suddenly, maybe upon declaring our open marriage, I started to get the feeling from the females I interacted with that maybe I was all of those things.Ginger’s new intimate friend was the CEO of. She didn’twant to wake him. Biting her lower lip, she gave herbody one good relaxing stretch, found a position shecould hold, and drifted back into sleep.The next conscious moment was of a warm hand slidingover the welts on her thigh. The fingers traced thelengths of the raised bruises as a blind man readsBraille. She rolled instinctively towards the touch,opening her sore self once again to his pleasure. His hand moved to her inner thigh, caressing andprodding. As his fingers found the.