Yes, it would be worth anything, anything to wrap his loving arms about the sleek curves of those betraying white hips and drown himself in her fishy ebon curls, gurgling! Brad would not be allowed to give her an orgasm, of course—this weekend, that would be permitted only for the newcomer, to make him feel welcome, and special. But, God, still Brad would just want to use his mouth, so, so bad...Ah, for she had trained him well! And even if all he did was eat c*m, and show his mistress the utter depth of his servitude, there was a deeply reassuring sort of comfort in that familiar submission.
Alyssa would sneer calmly as Brad, erect and needy and trying so hard not to wake the illicit lover snoring utterly satisfied at her side, begged humbly and earnestly for his shame. She would ask her
