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Melissa groveled in the acceptance of her servitude. Indeed, she seemed to revel in her slavery. "Oh God yes! Yes Carlin, forgive me but its true. I am so stretched, so filled, by this great prick. I do love it so. I dream about my masters penis, about having it inside me…, about sitting on it like this. May God help me, I can think about nothing else. He fucks me so masterfully, so wonderfully." "Oh dearest Carlin, Im so very sorry and ashamed, but its the truth, this horny asian model lolita man, our Apostle, he does own your wife horny asian model lolita. I have no choice. I am his slave to use as he will, even his to breed and carry his bastard child. Melissas demeanor had changed so abruptly from guilty acceptance to passionate submission that I wondered if religious devotion could be the only reason for her servitude to the Reverend? Could it be that sitting astride Alexanders very special gift horny asian model lolita, it was the stretched walls of her pussy, not theological faith, that were the real trigger to her submission? Was Melissa far more addicted to the weapon between our masters horny asian model lolita legs than she would admit? Faith or raw desire, I could not tell which. Perhaps it made no difference, or maybe there is no such distinction, and never has been. Whatever the truth of its cause, Melissas babbling oath of servitude made it clear that her husband was now only an auxiliary in her life. As Carlin had said earlier, the Reverend had "…made a slut of her, and she likes it!" It was true! His wife belonged to another man now, "…hot pussy and all." To my amazement, for the second time this evening Carlin seemed to hardly notice his wifes pathetic denial of her marriage vows. Upon reflection I suppose I shouldn have been all that surprised. Quite obviously he was as much the Reverends slave as his wife. Without the will to make a choice of his own, I suppose his tolerance of his wifes adultery could be expected. Perhaps, however, his aloof disinterest in his wifes whimpering acceptance of another mans penis had another explanation. Just as likely was his own momentary pleasure. On top of the older woman, at first teasing the lips of her pussy with the promise of his erection, and now riding her hard in the saddle between her spread legs horny asian model lolita, he had every reason to be distracted. Occupied with his own lust, and the pleasure of Nancys pussy sliding over his cock, Carlin seemed deaf to horny asian model lolita his wifes pitiful babble…, or maybe he didn even care.