I couldn’t tell one from the other anymore. Somehow, we had become one, sharing the same sensations through anal and phallic stimulation.I stroked o...r cocks together faster and faster with one hand. The other continued to hold Blaise tight. He had a hand on either side of my head. Our mouths locked together and our tongues met in a fitful dance. I was satisfied to let them just lay together like two spent lovers. Blaise, on the other hand, wanted violent, passionate sex between the two tongues. Despite my attempt to hide it, I was sure she noticed. Twice she "accidentally" bumped into me with her rump. The tight little kitchen in her trailer caused us to rub against each other every time we passed.Finally, she edged by with her back to me and I kissed her on the neck. She spun around and kissed me back with the softest lips in the world. I put my arms around her and she offered me her tongue, which I took greedily. I knew my erection was evident but didn't care. She didn't seem to. He knew his balls were filled with fluid and the pressure for release was becoming painful. It was his turn to be tortured with the agony and the ecstasy of what they were doing. They had made love and had shared a spiritual dimension to their union, but he knew that as guttural as it sounded they were now just ‘fucking’ with all of the raw passion of that act. He new it was an animal rage that drove him to want to enter her deeper than anyone who had ever had her before… To possess her… To. ?I am Rod’s alternative therapist? Miss Carson, who was all of 23, told us. ?Rodnell’s wife, darling Corrine, understands that Rod needs a humiliation guide to make him more sweet, to ‘gentle’ him. And I plan to do that in every way!?And then she unlocked each of our chastity belts and stroked us to a near orgasm with her dark purple nails?oh God, Rod was slapped hard by Miss Carson for peering down her top. What a cleavage!Brearley was so impressed with the welts that Miss Carson laid on me.