She made some move and adjusted her saree. I got my mind back. And changed my view.She smiled and went again in laughing with my sister. Then we chatt...d for some time, had a cup of juice and prasadam and left to home. Her son was playing with my mobile and my sister mobile. We forgot that and came back to home. After reaching we realised that we had forgotten our mobile.I told I will get back and again drove back to her house. She knew that I would come back. I rang the bell and was waiting. Mistress Cassandra had told me that we were going to aswinger’s party some weeks ago but I wasn’t exactlysure what the whole deal was. A slavecunt’s place isnot to question. I hadn’t actually seen much of thevenue, guests or our hosts. As soon as we’d got hereI’d been bustled into the dungeon-cum-garage, divestedof my coat and locked in the cage which was thencovered in its darkened shroud. From the sounds of itthere was a fairly � excuse the pun � swinging. (I must have done OK as I still have my balls as I write this.) I feel his cock entering my mouth, as she says, "OK, cock sucker, start sucking and don't forget about your family jewels!" Not really knowing what to do, but scared to not do anything, I wrap my tongue around his cock and start sucking as hard as I can. He pulls his cock out half way, then jams it back into my mouth several times, as I continue to suck as hard as I can. I try not to think about the sharp chain that is wrapped. I had most of my hand sliding in and out of her pussy. Her juices were flowing now and she began to breath heavily. Ohh Fucck John! Im going to come She moaned in pleasure as my fingers moved in and out of her now soaked and well lubricated cunt. I pulled my hand out and it was covered in sweet, hot juices. I wiped it on my boxers and began to dress. I felt her grab my hand and stopped dressing. She was sitting up in her bed, nude and beautiful. John, I want you to be my first. I couldnt.