Often he put his hand up his t-shirt showin his fit toned body or down his trackies grabbin his dick thru his boxers. the best was his arse in them tr...ckies it turned me on like mad. I’d wanted to shag him for ages“You’ve got a proper sexy arse” he said after a bitI was wearin tight black an white striped leggings nd a tight white crop top. I pulled my leggings up tight so he could really see the shape of my ass.“You like what you see”“Yeah I do”He put his hand on my arse and rubbed it for a. "She wrapped my head in newspaper again securing it tightly with leather straps as before. She pushed me back into the cage and locked it. Shortly thereafter I heard voices. A small group of people apparently was getting a tour of the dungeon. I heared male and female voices. Mistress Phoenix was explaining the various instruments and torture devices. She answered a lot of questions. The voices came close."What's in there," a female voice asked."Oh that's Frank. He has a really bizzare fetish.. It glistened and shone all purple and angry. Purple in the head like his face was and no doubt like my buttocks looked after his horrendous beatings.“Don’t make me ask again!”The thing stood proud and wiggled as he manoeuvred me this way and that until he had me how he wanted me. He spat down a huge globule of saliva onto his members angry head and he rubbed. I looked away again and buried my head in the hay. It nudged and prodded for a few more brief seconds and then it touched me there. Right. I was thrusting up into her and she rode my cock like a warrior princess.Kissing Clair with my penis inside her was better than masturbating thinking about her. It always took me a long time to cum even thinking about Clair naked and mine.“Fuck me and cum you toad, cum in me,” Clair screamed as she cried and shook. “God I am cummiiiiiiiing again.”Clair’s fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth orgasm’s were all the same. Clair was screaming “fuck me toad, hurt me you bastard, you fucken.