Or mock snarled. I really couldn't tell.It was extremely off-putting. He pulled a tube of K-Y warming gel outof his night stand, and began lubing hims...lf up. "Are you ready,bitch?" 'Bitch?' OK, someone needed some help. Big time. But, Iforgot all about it as soon as he started penetrating me."Oh god!" I moaned. "That feels so good. Keep going. Keep going."And he pumped harder and harder. "Yes, ohmigod. Don't stop," I said,arching my back and bucking my hips in rhythm with him. He and I. I left you there panting and told you not to touch your makeup leave it smudged and before I walked out I grabbed your hair and dragged you around pulling your face to my cock so I could wipe my cum coated cock on your face and use your hair to clean it up before sliding it in to your mouth for you to suck clean.You were in no doubt that I was in charge tonight and things were going to happen as I wished and you were very excited. I came back in to the bathroom with a top and panties and told. I came so much. He spit it out all over me and rubbed it together with his own seed, our juices mixing and coating my ass. He still had not finished. I had not reason to rush him as I twitched and cried. Tears of joy painted my face. He started to lick me again, his tongue pushing our cum into me. When he’d finished he crawled back up me and grabbed my face, squeezing my mouth open. He opened his and extended his white tongue. I looked into his eyes as he fed me our cum. I left my lips parted. We joked about this and that and even had fun reading that night's edition of our own paper to each other. I saw a raised eyebrow several times while making comments, particularly while we were reading an article by Clive Barksdale, the Star's 'science and technology' reporter. Becka didn't make any other comment through, so I didn't ask.The play itself was grand fun. This was a local production, not a visiting Broadway production. The stars were local, and familiar for the most part. The male.