She was also anxious to make up for lost time. She wassitting in her favorite chair and had already spread a bath towel on topof the seat. I saw that ...he placed a second towel on the floor at herfeet to help me clean up after my own discharge.My lovely mistress wore nothing. The only thing she held was my largestbutt plug and the remote control.I strutted over in my pumps and slipped them off. I crawled the lastfour feet on my hands and knees and lovingly inserted my tongueinbetween her legs. I. The rubber hood came off moments later. She told him to open his mouth. He nodded and opened wide. She slipped a gag into it. After a moment, he realized the gag was shaped like the head of a penis.Now she was everywhere: in front of him, then behind him, touching him, teasing him, whispering in his ears….“You said you wanted to be my slave, didn’t you?” she asked in a hoarse whisper into one ear, as her fingernails teased the other ear.He nodded.“And you still want to be my slave, don’t. She convulsed in ecstacy, screaming his name, locking her legs around him and clinging on for dear life. It was everything she had dreamed of. It was more. It was the most pleasurable experience of her young life. There was only one catch.Her legs were locked around his hips, their tight squeezing stopping him from pulling out. And it was high time he did. As her convulsing pussy added to the strain on his twitching cock, driving it inexoriably towards the point of no return, he sought a way to. , but had wrestled in high school. But still I laid there and pretended I was sleeping, not knowing what was going to happen. The hand moved up and down working under my shorts and bit by bit moving them down off my hips.Then the bed shuddered a little as he got up on his knees so he could pull them down over my ankles. He then laid back down behind me and moved in closer. Then I could feel his hard cock against my back. He started working it up and down and reached around and grabbed my cock..