”“Mm. You will tell me if I am hurting you. Correct?”“Yes, Master. I promise.”“Good girl. I brought some lube. Unless you want to use your...?”“We can use mine, for now, Sir. I should get towels for the bed in case I make a mess.”“You mean when you make a mess. Because you will, my sweet.”His promising words make me sway momentarily. “I’ll be right back, Sir.”After getting the towels on the bed and placing a substantial amount of lube on myself, I obediently sit down on the mattress and patiently. She brought a pillow and a blanket and made a little place to sleep on the floor. Camille got back in bed with me and snuggled. She was a little drunk from the wine still and wanted to ride me some more and to be really quiet. We weren’t quiet enough because Kristin made a noticeable grunt that made it evident she knew what we were up to. A bit later Kristin woke up again and complained that her back was hurting from sleeping on the floor. She asked if she could hop in bed with us. It was still. I looked back and a young fit guy had taken my place at the table with my friend, and they seemed to be getting to know each other a bit better.I opened the door and walked into a large room that had 6 cubicles down each wall, each with a little red and green flag on, indicating if it was occupied or in use.I entered the first cubicle, and changed the flag to red, then sat down on the very comfortable chair within.Within seconds a huge hard cock appeared through a hole in the wall."How are. But I obliged to his desires and soon got accustomed to the new sensation. I was feeling totally submitted to him when he orgasm’s inside me. His cum flowed inside my mouth and my throat. It was salty and thick. I didn’t like the taste at first but then after some time it started feeling better than before. Now he was kissing me again but suddenly broke off. He ducked himself between my legs and parted my thighs wide enough for his penetration. I knew we are reaching the finale in our first.