I would have loved to masturbate, but the cock cage made that impossible. My own cock had become hard and was straining painfully against the metal ca...e. I needed relief badly.The door to my dungeon cell opened. Mistress Chloe walked in."Well, let me give you your handjob ratings on a one to ten scale. The first one only gave you a four, so you'll receive some punishment. The second one gave you an eight, and the last two, both gave you a seven."I couldn't believe that the limp dribbler had. I had only ever felt this when a girl was cumming and they were usually so tight I could barley notice, but I had no idea a woman could do it at will.She kept it up and I timed my thrusts with her clenches and we both began to pick up the pace. We were soon breathing heavily and moaning together and knew it wouldn't be long. I was pushing into her so hard her hips rolled up so that her legs were off the bed and my cock drilled deeper into her. This shift of position brought me closer to orgasm. She breathed in sharply and held her breath as her pussy squeezed my dick tightly. She let out the breath with a moan and continued meeting my thrusts. When her orgasm had run its course, it seemed like she stayed right on the edge.“I’m going to cum again!” she said and once again held her breath as another orgasm washed over her.She let out the breath with a soft moan and said, “Fuck me, Steve, just keep going!”I was amazed that about every minute she was having a small orgasm. I’d never. Cindy stood over me, then knelt down, guiding my cock into her pussy. She was leaning over me as she started sliding her pussy up and down on my shaft. Cindy’s tight twat felt amazing. She was leaning so far over me that her tits brushed back and forth across my face as she fucked me. I could sometimes lick a hard nipple as it passed. Cindy looked back over her shoulder.“Oliver, get behind me and stick your cock in my ass! Ronnie give him a hand.” Still kind of dazed, Oliver knelt down.