I thought I had finally gotten used to his needs and wants and had them down pact and was deliciously executing every task beautifully. This is what I...thought forgetting that my job was to do ,not think. This quiet Saturday evening was not like any other evening. Master was sitting quietly in his chair just gazing at me on the floor with my ass hanging out and my tits clamped up just how he had imagined me from the beginning when he first laid eyes on me. Oh how I loved to look in his eyes when. Just let me try it this time." Why can't you be happy getting a blow job like every other normal guy?" she shot back, as she began to get flustered. "You're a fucking mess... My pussy is a fucking mess right now too!"Guy said nothing as he returned to licking her. He moved his tongue up from her outer lips onto her clit and lightly flicked it back and forth. Patty tried once more, using more of her strength to push harder on his head but Guy was having none of it. Between licks of her ever so. She squints, trying to stare him down but all either of us can see is the bright shine from his flashlight and after a moment she looks away in shame. That's when we hear the click of his camera phone as he snaps a good picture of my wife's bare breasts. She covers up, mad. "What the hell are you…" "Shut up!" He orders. "You came out here to act like a whore and you got caught. Now let me see them pretty titties again. I'm not finished looking." Reluctantly and slowly she shows them again. He. Cathy lowered herself on to my lap, my cock pressing against her vagina. “Not for long,” Cathy responded. She raised her hips slightly. She took my cock in her hand and brushed it along the outside of her vagina. She slipped me inside of her, and then attempted to lower herself on to me. My cock tapped the resistance de-force and she stopped. She took a deep breath and exhaled. “Do it,” she said. I took her hands in mine and put them over my head. “Push!” I said. She grimaced as my cock broke.