I was a better fuck than most all of her lovers, but she needed quantity as much as quality. Regardless of the fact that she was praising me (even as ...he said I wasn't enough for her) my ego still took a battering. I finally asked her if there wasn't something that I could consider 'my own' and she said, "You are the only one who eats my pussy and you know how much I love that."I went down on her and discovered that even though her lover's cum was diluted with mine I still loved the taste. That. Their cocks were now grinding together softly, bumping into each others' bellies. Kayla looked down and blushed when she finally realised then pulled away and turned around shyly."Don't be shy about it, Kayla," Sarah said, smiling softly. "It's normal. Anyway, it happened to me too."Kayla smiled shyly, accepting the reassurances that Sarah sent her way, causing her to ease up completely. Sarah drew her into a gently but firm hug and kisses her cheek softly to assure her that she had noting to. I took her right to the edge a second time. I stopped short again. When she asked me to keep going I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a print. A tear ran down her cheek.I got out of the bed.“Where are you going?” she demanded.I brought back the remaining items from the nightstand. I took the leash I had brought and clipped it to the collar. I gave a gentle tug and she immediately arched her back and stuck her ass in the air.“I’m going to fuck your virgin ass,” I told her.Stela didn’t. She said, “Talk me to your house and I’ll let you fuck me.”I said, “I’ve got a roommate.”She laughed and said, “He can fuck me too.”I replied, “I don’t think my wife would like that.”She smiled and said, “You would be surprised at what a frustrated house wife will do.” She thought a moment and said, “Hey, I didn’t see any women’s clothing in you laundry.”It was my turn to laugh and say, “They are my work clothes. My wife won’t let me put them in her washer.”Again she laughed and asked, “What.