I know you must be wondering how it felt to have my rear end ravaged by young Teresa Teasdale, CC.  Yes, it really happened!  I admit it, and it was another FEMDOM experience never to be forgotten by me.

What I noticed first was that the sprightly Miss Teasdale has the same sort of haughty, authoritative manner that Marianne has going for her.  I don’t know if all dominant women share that particular trait, but it’s a distinct part of the FEMALE-over-male equation, at least in my mind.  I loved hearing and viewing Teresa’s disparaging mirth.  I guess it’s because I KNEW she was enjoying herself at my expense.

From a physical standpoint, I enjoyed the feel of Teresa’s slender hands on my hips as she was beginning to undulate.  She pulled me into her and simply started humping away.  The associated sounds she created in the room were mind-boggling, just as they are with Marianne engaging me in the same sort of humiliating activity.

CC, I could hear the two women kissing each other at the same moment.  Their mouths were lapping hungrily.  Just think of it!

I could also hear when Miss T’s breathing became louder.  There was a steady rhythm going and, as she continued to move herself back and forth, I found myself falling under the same heated spell.

Eventually, I realized Miss T was in the midst of a rather wild orgasm.  The female kissing going on behind me also became more pronounced.  I felt proud of myself for having helped the two women find such ribald pleasure together.  I was definitely part of the ongoing equation, you see?

Suddenly, at Marianne’s insistence, the lovely Miss Teasdale withdrew from me, and I realized the two of them were, abruptly, gone from the room.  They retreated to one of the bedrooms down the hall and I soon could hear the unmistakable sounds associated with some of their own ribald style of lovemaking.

Miss Teasdale could be heard squealing her unmistakable delight, and so I guess Marianne was fucking her, or maybe sucking her.  I really didn’t know, at the time.  Something was certainly going on in there, but I wasn’t a part of the action any longer.

The two women were in the bedroom for almost an hour.  There were distinctive sounds of overflowing, female emotions three or four times during that period.  My Mistress and that luscious, young beauty certainly were enjoying themselves.  There was no doubt about that.

I wish I could have been a part of their ongoing delight, somehow, but that’s not the fate of a male submissive.  Ours is but to suck, serve, and suffer.  By merely knowing I am largely inadequate for such a woman’s purposes although still useful to a specific degree, I content myself with knowing that.

Incidentally, that Teresa babe is really SOMETHING to see, CC, as well as to hear, especially in such a revealing situation.  I’m happy Marianne gets to spend so much time with her.

Later, I was able to see this young beauty slipping back into her tight, white jeans.  What a BEAUTIFUL rear end she has!  It’s so curvy and firm.  I was secretly proud to have been even a small part of her late-afternoon romp with my Mistress.

Miss Teasdale was watching as my Mistress came toward me, and I could tell by the look in Marianne’s eye it was time for a goodly measure of cunnilingus for her once again.  As you know, Marianne has always enjoyed the act of humping my mouth.  This type of sex is on our agenda every time we’ve met.