My nose wrinkled in distaste at the smell which only brought on an evil grin from him."What's the matter, slut? Don't like the smell of the man who ow...s your ass?" I didn't dare look up at him. I wasn't about to correct him, tell him that he was co-owner of this slut. I shrugged as I began work on his feet. "Did you make your phone calls, slut?" I was wishing he'd stop calling me that, but I don't know why I felt that way.I nodded. It'd been a hectic day for me and with my husband home now,. "Awe Mom. " "Tell her it's the only way your going out"Well Susan text Christine and the reply came back. "Okay Samantha likes your Mom". Susan laughed and said it was a go for 8pm tonight. Later that night Susan showered and got herself all pretty for her date the white dress was tight and hugged her ripe lithe young body. Her long black hair and olive skin made the white pop. She looked twenty plus. Hot. Fuck me. Not to be out done, I dressed in a little black dress with a low neckline. He started kissing my thigh inching himself toward my pussy. In a magical way he kissed my clit and this was exactly what I needed. I could feel the tip of his tongue moving on my hard little clit. With his tongue he sucked my clitoris, like a baby would suck a nipple, and I could feel his tongue at the same time. He continued to assault my clit with his lips and tongue. He kept the pressure on and I felt myself losing it. Each trembler of orgasm took more out of me. Pleasure so high it hurt.. As I fell off of him I could tell we weren’t finished, not by a long shot. He flipped me onto my back, climbing between my legs. Grabbing my ankles he placed them over his shoulders, positioning my now well used cunt such that it appeared my cervix was his intended target. He began to power fuck me, hard, fast and deep. The pleasure I had experienced was now turning to pain. I didn’t want him to stop, even if I did I wouldn’t have been able to. I grabbed the brass headboard spindles and held on.