She folded her arms under her breasts, looking un-amused."I think I'm going to go surf the net for a while ... maybe order me a great, big vibrator or...something." Now, you're playing it smart," I said, grinning.She wasn't mad. I knew this by the good night kiss I got, which involved her hand finding my half-hard cock and giving it a good squeeze.I went to see what Jill needed. She was watching America's Got Talent on TV. There was a guy on there playing an array of old time car horns, using his. " Byron said taking my hand in his. He lead me though the people watching the game and out the doors. He lead me to his blue SUV, and had me get into the backseat. He quickly got in with me, and shut the door. His hand grabbed a hold of a few locks of my hair and began to kiss me hard. His tongue took over my mouth. His hands were hot all over my body and mine roamed his just as much. He took my earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it a little. It was enough to drive me insane. I felt my pussy. “Thank you,” she said. “You will call me 'Mistress',” the woman replied. “I’m sorry, Mistress.” “You learn your lessons well, little one.” The dominatrix seemed almost fond of her. Helen was allowed to rest for ten minutes, after which time her little tits smarted less. Then her ordeal began again. Sandra came over to her, but didn’t speak as she arranged some contraption behind the pole. Helen watched as she was bent over what seemed to be a sort of wooden desk. Her hands were cuffed again. Indecisive, Syd wondered whether to quit or continue. He continued and Fergie arched her back and cried out. Syd kept his hand tight against her vulva and his finger embedded, waiting until Fergie relaxed her back and regained her breath. Although Fergie still gripped Syd’s cock, she had somehow managed to maintain hand control and not injure him. Syd removed her hand from his cock. He moved himself to between her legs and lifted her knees up and out with two fingers under each one. He dipped.