So big and wide, so slick, she had never sucked such a big cock before and it thrilled her. He pushed into her mouth and she closed her eyes. His hand... gripped her head tighter and he slowly started to pull her on and off him. Despite his domination of her, he was gentle, careful not to pull to roughly or too deeply. Again and again he pulled her onto him. She was loving it. Loving the feeling of him in her mouth, the silky smoothness of his cock as it glided over her tongue again and again.. The other figure was a male, he was wearing a pair of skin-tight leather shorts, which showed off his magnificent physique and outlined his erection nicely, he had on a similar mask to his partner, he had what appeared to be a cane or small whip in his hand.For the next half an hour I sat and watched as the girl on the screen was teased and tormented by her captors, I watched as first one then the other used and abused her in various ways. I saw the pair stroke and pinch her breasts. I watched. When it comes to my husband he is a Do'er. Once I asked my husband what made him want to go down on me after ejaculation and he told me that he never gave it a second thought. I hadn't had an orgasm yet and he wanted me to have one, so down he went. I can easily remember that first time, feeling my husband's ejaculation and being just a bit disappointed. Then feeling him moving his body down mine, his lips and tongue placing sweet kisses on my sweaty breasts and belly. Then sensing what he had. Torches made out of rags tied onto sticks were slopped with kerosene and set alight. The bonfire itself was slopped with diesel or kerosene and then the moment arrived. Some years the torches were thrown at the bonfire, other years carefully poked into it. There didn’t seem to be a particular pattern to it, just however the whim took them. And then there was the last time. Her father had banged up his leg and was effectively sidelined and her brother was away on active duty. But the bonfire.