She leaned into me for a few seconds, resting her head on my shoulder, breathing deeply. “Did you cum?” she whispered “No…no..not yet.” She ...lowly stood up on unsteady legs and I stood up with her. Then she knelt in front of me, unfastening the waistband of my trousers, and pulling them down together with my boxers. She held my erection in her fist and leaned her head towards it. I’d never even had this before. I felt her soft lips wrapping round my shaft, the moistness of her tongue flicking. That all it took was just to live in the moment and the feelings that the experience would bring.As the emails continued the slave decided that maybe it was time to bring Master into the picture. She had been honest with the lady from the beginning that it was involved with someone. It just hadn’t quite explained Master and slave’s relationship in full detail. The slave decided that it would first start out by explaining that Master and it had an open relationship but that when they played. Although it felt good all I could imagine was him tearing my pussy and I was enjoying every bit of that. He then came up to my face and held my head by my hair and started to kiss me again. He put his tongue in my mouth and I could taste his saliva. When he saw me enjoying this he pushed my hair back further into my hair and kissed me more and deeper and harder. When he stopped kissing me, he saw my wild urge filled naughty eyes.He then came up sat over my face with his legs on either side of. We seemed to be making progress, and I did not want to scare her off. After a few more minutes, V wanted to talk about the rape and how brutal it was. I listened to her, seething inside, but trying to act like a concerned friend who was interested in her, but not in the sordid details of the rape. We had been in each other's company for about 30 minutes, and V had worked her way closer and closer to where I was sitting. Finally, she was close enough for me to wrap my left arm around her.