She looked me in the eye, so I moved my hand a bit up till it rested on her lower back and continued with the dance. When the song changed to a fast o...e, I started moving my feet to the tune and aunt Sush too did the same. Although I was surprised by her dancing skills, soon we were rocking the dance floors as men watched her with admiration and the women with jealousy.After a while she excused herself, and I was left to dance with some other girl. Although she danced well, I couldn’t enjoy the. She was so fucking hot at that moment. I succumbed to my own weaknesses. "Where is Kayla?" I yelled. She stood there shaking as she turned to me. As she turned, I saw her nipples through the mesh of her dress. I could see the areolas clearly. She started to sob in front of me as she looked down at the floor. The look was too much. I told her to come into my room. She walked over to my bed and sat down. As she sat, I noticed her dress rise a bit and show off her naked pussy. I caught a glimpse. And made the best of it.Paying no real attention to Susan's attempts to free herself and ignoring her screams Randy continued thrusting into her sex. Slamming hard into her, then withdrawing slowly only to slam back in so hard her breasts bounced. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Her Tommy was always trying to pleasure her; this man was toying with his new plaything. He was feeling and admiring the softness and newness of her and had no real interest in her enjoyment of his. I’d listened to music, then the Master had spoken to me. I didn’t remember being fucked by the pool, but knew I had, because I had come on my thighs when I got back to my room, and my sphincter was open. I wondered how many had fucked me as he watched, wondered if his cock had been hard, knew it had. He enjoyed watching me being fucked, being used. That I didn’t mind, I was owned by my Master, that I understood. I was his, and hers, their slut, their fuck-toy. But him, the slave, he had fucked.