Naturally she swallowed all the come I gave her. After I came again, (remember I was 17 and could come half a dozen times in a day) we went back to th... bedroom.I put Kim on the bed and started eating her again and very slowly stuck my finger in her little butt (after lubing that 12 year old ass with my tongue) until she came. I then placed her on her knees and fucked her doggy style.Basically we had sex all day until it became time to get her home so I took her back to her bus stop and watched. When I broke the 'good news' to him he scratched his head and made sort of a embarrassed smile. We were married within the year.Neither Henry nor I believed that we should limit our sexual experiences to each other. My man wasn't a creature of repressed religious doctrine, or America's sexually ignorant culture. I taught him good. Funny thing was, we never really did go outside of our marriage for sex. Henry was not my perfect sexual partner, but he was ready with a hard-on when I needed it,. Without hesitation, still on my knees, I moved my left hand to my eager pussy and fulfilled his command. He watched from his position of new-found power his mind clearly moving a mile a minute at the possibilities. I let out a moan, the sensation of obedience bringing enhanced pleasure and asked, Can Mommy come, son or does my big boy have other plans for his Mommy? He was still clearly coming to terms with the amazing reality that this wasnt a wet dream or some computer-driven fantasy. I. I could make my bitch too?" E.B.!!" gasps Park. His tone that of a flustered schoolmarm.I manage not to laugh. Even as playboy's playtoy Mallory, I'm notmouthing any "I'm a nawty widdle slut" dialogue. The "boy" slur willsting a little if it's sprung on me by surprise. But I was girded toexpect it from Boulton, sooner or later. At The Sissy, verbal abuse iscommon enough that you've got to establish a policy about it. My rules:1. Never play-along or engage with it.2. Slut/bitch/etc. I just.