.. sucking it into my mouth and then giving it more gentle bites with my teeth. I continued my assault until I knew she reached another climax and my ...ongue felt like it was getting sore, raw, maybe swollen... She buckled, moaned, cried out, and thigh gripped my head to force my mouth hard against her cunt. I could feel and taste the flow of more pussy juices. I tried to lick up every drop of her juices all the way to her asshole. I then collapsed on her, with my head resting on her pussy and. I started my to and fro action and also I had only one condom so I kept taking my dick out of her for relaxing.I fucked her in all possible ways I could make out in that room and while fucking she removed my pants I was only in my shirt. I made her to go to doggy and fucked her like that for 5 mins and took my dick out and started licking her and finger fucking her. She was begging me for my dick and now I made her to missionary, entered her and fucked her for 5 mins in the same way and again. "This is so fucking sick.", she chastised herself inside. "What the fuck is wrong with me? I need to get out of here." He grabbed a dry towel and began to wipe her down, not gentle, not rough, just matter of fact.Fully dried, he picked up her lead and commanded, "On your twos bitch." She did as commanded, standing stiffly on her sore legs. He headed her back towards the barn, trailing just behind him. She walked exhausted back inside, towards the darkness and the coffin. On her way in, she. I'm sure the Boss wouldn't have liked it, but he never paid attention to how she did the laundry.If a stripper could generate half the sexual energy Ruth could hanging up clothes, she'd be booked solid. The fellas never figured out why I always had to piss when the show got going, but at least I never went back to work with a boner.Now, I was dating her sixteen-year old daughter, Beth. We'd go out to the movies or I would be around to take her to school-so Ruth knew I existed. I was always.