She needed to be teased into it, and then destroyed. My fingers grazed the flesh of her chest, tracing the shape of her torso. I kissed every inch of...her exposed body, getting a slight moan from each touch, each kiss, each motion. Next was the denim. I began by unzipping the jeans, giving her room to wiggle that fabulous butt, moving the jeans down slightly. I then snipped from the waist down, revealing her skin (without underwear in between) to the open air. Tearing them off, I began to kiss. But at least no one can accuse me of being a lesbian. I came both times. Then I let them come all over me, in my mouth, on my boobs.Even though it had been horrific, she could still get aroused thinking back on it. They really tried to kill me with fucking, didn't they? she thought in amazement. She almost couldn't believe she had been through it. And yet the purpose of it all had not been achieved.On the third day, with her body beginning to heal, her thoughts began to linger again obsessively. I took my phone and wrote to mistress - " Yoru slaveboy is standing outside" .. not more then a few second later her answer came - " get into the door and follow the instructions" I entered my mistresses apartment through her main door.. a small piece of paper told me to crawl into the livingroom , take off all clothes except the thong and then kneel at the spot she arranged facing her bedroom door.. i took of my jacket and shoes and started to crawl into the living room. in there i removed. So with our planned event on Monday I received a reply from a woman that was very interested in joining us at our next gathering. As luck would have it we had one already together with about 8 guys responding that they would attend. So on Monday we planned on meeting together, I arrived in time to greet our arrivals. Mary arrived first, excited and nervous, followed by Tom, Steve and Bruce. As we all chatted about the group, some of the ground rules and wondering if the others would show.
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