It was tough with Sara moaning and sitting on my face. My face was covered in her juices. Sara’s hands were pulling at her nipples. She was getting ...lose to cumming. I felt the razor cutting my pubic hair. What am I going to tell my husband? What if he comes home soon?Sara’s orgasm was building. Somehow, the conflict between going crazy sucking on Sara and my hips and waist trying to stay calm was driving me close to the edge also. Steve abruptly put a finger into my pussy. I cried out in. It releases the pressure just slightly before it slides up and over the head and back down to the shaft again. Up and down the hand pumps the cock until it works a steady rhythm of slish, slosh, slish, slish, slosh. The other hand presses and kneads around the balls before a salivating, wet tongue replaces it. The tongue lashes and circles around the balls, sometimes guiding it into a soft, suckling mouth to nourish on. Additional saliva coats the balls thoroughly before the tongue rides up the. "That really hurt last night." Hurt?" Yeah! You went to town on me with that whip, dammit. That hurt. Do I have any marks from it?" I asked, craning my neck to look at my inner thighs. I didn't see anything but some redness, but each step I took seemed to put a lot of strain on my muscles. "And it didn't help things that I was tied up like that for so long." Sorry," Heather said quietly. "I thought you were enjoying it." Why?" I asked in amazement. I wasn't really angry, but I didn't quite. 'You see, Simon, you can't spend your life moping around, wishing you were up here with me and neglecting your studies.' She moved closer in the bed and snuggled into me, her thigh across me, warm and soft. I lay on my back, filled with dejection, and the feeling that the bottom had dropped out of the world.She kissed my throat and went on, 'When you get home, I want you to look around for someone else. Now don't turn away, lad! And don't get upset! Listen to me!',She rose on her elbow and.