She reached over and slid his plate of warm pancakes under his tiny pecker. Oh, shit, she knew! Aunty sex You love it!” Becky sneered at him. “Ouch!” he exclaimed, rubbing his ass. “I know, I trained him,” Karen said proudly. It wasn’t bad at all, he thought. “Anything else, Mistress,” he asked hopefully. As she was fucking him, with his hard clitty bouncing and dripping pre-cum, she said to him, “Oh, lover, do you know what would turn me on?”
“What?” Jamie grunted, knowing it would be something dirty, nasty and most likely humiliating for him. Don’t be a dick with other people’s lives! Jamie obediently crawled between her legs, smearing the sperm from his face into her cunt and then searching for it and licking up. “I was tired and hung-over, and I don’t need that shit, OK?”
“OK,” he said, and quickly added, “Mistress.” Jamie looked at his wife and said, “I’m really sorry. “Anything else, Mistress,”
