He shifted his thoughts away from his own pleasure just enough to let his cock soften a little, then more, then more, until it was bearable.Mike breat...ed heavily as he stood. He could hear his Mistress going through the rest of his toys, but not sure what exactly she was looking at. It wasn't long before he felt cold leather wrapping around his ankles as his Mistress placed a leather cuff on each, and locked it in place before manoeuvring his legs apart and securing the cuffs to a spreader. Her bow shaped mouth puckered with her brows knitted together over large oval shaped eyes that were more expressive than any words said. She stomped her foot and let out a huff of air, blowing her bangs off her face. “I don't appreciate your tone or your line of questions. I see where you going with this, but I'm not a prostitute. I pay my taxes cop, so in essence, you work for me.” “In essence, you work for me,” Swain mimed her comment. “You don't appreciate my tone huh? Well.... ”My sister stood off the bed and put her arms around me, her slender developing body pressed on me in all the right places, my discharge smeared from her stomach all over my belly. She looked into my eyes “This has been the greatest trip I ever had in my life, I love it, I love you.” She finished the hug with a peck on my lips and a question, “When we get home can we still do this? I don’t want to do something with any boys from school, I hear rumors about girls like that and don’t want my name. I remained still and silent as he invaded my core but he pulled them out. Holding his fingers in front of my face, his thumb rubbed at the slick coating I had left on his fingers. “What do you need?” “For you to fuck me,” I whispered. I heard the air part and then a stinging pain across my back that made my body flinch. “What did you say?” I heard his shoes against the concrete as he walked around me, his footsteps slow and measured. From the corner of my eye, I saw the leather crop in his.