?Well, yes, it is. I am submissive, and love being submissive, and Jack is my husband, lover, and BDSM Master. I am his complete, naked, and bound s...x slave.? Now, my cock took on a life of its own. I placed a sofa pillow over it. I swear you could see the damned thing through the pillow. Jayne and Megan continued to talk about sexual slavery. I just sat there, looking at two of the most beautiful and sexy females in the world. One was my complete sex slave, and other one was. She continued to caress my bud that was so very sensitive. I felt another orgasm cascade over me. I cried out for her to stop but to no avail.She did relent for a second or two to swap hands as she attacked the other breast, and I saw her skirt being lifted over her back. Her body started to be pushed against me and I guessed someone was fucking her from behind. She tried to keep the pressure on my nipple and concentrate on caressing my bud. It was a bit hit and miss to be fair, but when she. They both cried a little, as girls tend to do under stress, but it was cool. We had a good time and then we were dropping Karen off when she asked us to come in. Her parents were still out and she didn't want us to leave yet. Going upstairs I had a good idea what was going to happen. I had learned well that Karen was a sex pot. She loved every kind of sex you threw at her. If her parents were gone for awhile I knew where this was going. We went into Karen's bedroom and she sat on the bed. Kathy. Like waiting until his date had taken her seat before he sat down or opening the restaurant door for her. She tried not to be too critical. Not surprisingly though, Tommy didn’t need much coaching. He was a natural gentleman, like his dad. For a little while, Tommy truly forgot that Sue was his mom. Sue also forgot for a short time that she was out with her son. He suddenly seemed so mature. His pretty blue eyes sparkled in the dim candlelight as he laughed and his face lit up like a candle.