"Well, if you're not going to tell me..."Emily turned and looked around at the room. She walked over to the desk, and moved a few items. Then she bent...over to lay her body on it, turning her head to look at him questioningly.Richard just shook his head.Emily frowned and then stood up, lips pursed as she scanned the available areas. She pointed to the floor.Richard again shook his head.Emily pointed. Closet?Negative.There was nowhere else in his room to suggest. She walked past him towards the. She immediately began vigorously sucking the head of my cock concentrating on just the head. Then she worked her way down the shaft sucking harder and harder, taking me just to the edge of pain versus pleasure. Then Jean slid all of my 7 inches down her throat. She held it there and began using the technique of humming at a certain tone, which caused a vibration in her throat. That stimulated my penis like you wouldn't believe. Then Jean just sucked my cock as hard as she could, hold it firmly. The tip of that swishy rod of fire is excruciatingly painful as it wraps around my buttocks and tops of my thighs leaving a red weal that turns yellow and purple at the edges. Each of the mistresses tries to outdo the others and they all lay the rod on as hard as they possibly can. They grunt with the extreme effort as they do so and consequently I am soon blubbering like a child. I never fail to be awarded some extra's for moving or screaming with the sheer agony, or worst of all [in their. Is sitting there with body arched towards the sun, breasts thrust forwards, arms stretched down and backwards in support. 'They go there to watch but what they really want to see is their own reflection. In their mirrors.’ A small, sad, smile. ‘Not real ones, of course. Not glass. Mental mirrors, helps them imagine they look different to how they actually are.’He swallows hard again. ‘I didn’t know. . .’‘That’s because you’ve no need to imagine.’ The smile again, though devoid of any sadness.