I sit down again for a while to try and let my heart stop racing.After another trip to the bathroom and the fun of halfway undressingjust to go the b...throom I set about making a dinner, some salmon Iactually ventured out on her patio to grill it, the whole time my headon a swivel making sure no one sees me, A salad, some cauliflower andpotatoes. I find a bottle of wine and just as I'm opening it mistresswalks in. She looks at me smiles and says I hope dinner is ready I'mstarved. say yes. He made me a tall one and he started undressing. I just stood their scared. I drank the tall one and asked for another and he obliged me on that. “Take off your skirt” he asked. ”Just the skirt “I replied. “Yes for now I want to look at you in your body stocking” he said. It was as if he knew, as if he knew I liked parading in my tights letting men look at my see through stocking. I dropped the skirt and walked around the room admiring the paintings on the wall as was he admiring me like. The shackles would go on the front of her bod=y, sohe put the ankle restraints on first, then rolle=d heronto her front. She struggled, pulling her legs apart, then together, clank=ingthe cuffs against each other, but knew it was pointless. She would have to =takeadvantage of the moment where her wrists were free. He knew this. He grabbed her by the back of the head, held =herhead in place, and slapped her face three times with his right hand. She oomped a cry of pain after each one. Then he. I dreamed of saving myself for marriage. But here I was, lying exhausted and hot on the floor, covered in the cum of three different men, and just barely nineteen years old. I was pumping my fingers in and out of my still aching honeypot, moaning and eager as I looked back into the lens of the camera filming my every move. I fucked myself harder and harder, listening to the squishing noises of my pussy juices as I pressed against my swollen g-spot. I felt myself climaxing once again, and I.