My mistress... My lover. She would spank me if she knew I was touching myself like this. She would grab me by my hair and tell me just how slutty and...bad it was to touch myself. I could hear her whispering in my ear as she let her fingers move over my bare skin, towards my aching pussy. My mistress would dip her fingertips into my puffy wet lips, soaking her hand in my juices, then snake her hand up and shove her fingers in my mouth... At this, I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling. I. "Fuck," I said, and then my mouth was on her tit, my lips sealed around the pink nipple, and I was sucking, pulling a spray of milk into my mouth, feeling the little jets hitting my tongue and the insides of my cheeks."Oh, yes!" Kimberly said, the words bursting out of her like a grunt. She put a hand to the back of my head, holding me tight against her as I sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed. The chair I was in was a big lounger, and she climbed up onto it, putting one knee on either. He vaguely remembered laying it out on the chest at the foot of the bed the night before. Fumbling around in the strange room he found the top, now lying on the floor beside the chest. Dressing he made his way into the hallway to find a fully dressed Sergei talking with Kristel who was wearing both a robe and slippers. The conversation stopped when he entered the hallway and he had a feeling that he might have been the subject of their discussion.Both Sergei and Kristel smiled warmly as Bill. As I saw him lying slightly on his side, on the bed, wearing just some boxers and attentively watching a laptop screen I finally realized why the noises I heard were familiar. He was watching porn that I had not long ago seen too: a brutal mix of hardcore plowing with a lot of slapping, spanking and gagging. I couldn’t see his screen from that far, but I recognized the female voices crying from pleasure then pain, even both, from their Master’s desires. The angel on my shoulder was saying I.