I placed her hands above her head and cuffed them. I tore her blouse free, squeezing her tits and then I tore off that bra, holding her large pregnan... mommy tits. I slapped her tits, she moved her hands, I slapped her face, I then slapped her tits more. I told her not to fucking move and I walked to the table, returning I retrieved the riding crop. Switching it in the air for her to hear, she tensed and shuttered -- slap slap slap on those tender nipples. Slap slap slap on those tits. I made. Then His tongue is inside my mouth, Master is in Cum Girl and I am complete. I ask Master if He wishes for a coffee and go and make drinks. Then I fetch my collar, bring it to Him. There is a specified position for collaring; kneeling, head slightly bowed, hands crossed at the wrist behind my back. My collar is leather with metal studs and has moulded to the shape of my neck through wear. It was too big and Master made extra holes so that now it fits snugly and for the next hour I will be. As she took him deeper and deeper, the saliva dripped from her mouth and slid down across his balls and his perineum to wet his asshole. Her fingers followed and spread her fluid and now moving on him faster, pushed a slim finger in through his tight ring, to stimulate his prostate. Fighting the ecstatic pressure that was building to make this delight last, he finally gave up the battle just as she wrapped her lips right around the base of his cock, its head gripped firmly in her throat that. She was especially worried about how this place was different from the former one. The system mentioned that it was a punishment, but apart from the lack of light she didn't notice anything particularly punishing, which made it even more worrisome: the system didn't lie.She approached the edge of her box, towards the aperture where her customer's sexual organ was already in sight. The gentleman seemed to have some weight (he was clearly obese), but his shaft, already erect, wasn't small by any.