He was like some sort of machine and Jackie clearly did not want him to be switched off just yet as she howled in another orgasm. Meanwhile, Paul was ...hecking the video camera he had been filming us with and he re-adjusted it on the tripod to be sure it captured all of the action. He then moved to the low table and placed rows of cushions along its top and then gestured to Jane and Jackie. They both crossed to the table in what seemed to be an expected development from both of them. “Who is. At least once a week shewent out at night for a walk in a quiet city where she usually startedher tour at the SAS Radisson Hotel. That ways she always had an excusewhen someone wants to talk to her in Dutch. She would tell in brokenEnglish that she's a businessman from Greece or Sweden or whatever wholikes to crossdress and who is looking for a t-friendly bar to have adrink.That night Lis was wearing a black leather miniskirt, black nylons, blackboots and a tight turtle neck top with. My cock throbbed in its need. I gripped my shaft tightly with my right hand and began to gently stroke. "No," Sally said closing her legs and standing to knock my hand away from my cock, "you'll spurt a big mess all over my pretty new dress doing that." Sally leaned against me to whisper in my ear. "Besides," she said softly, "I want to feel you cum inside me. I love the feeling of that." Sally turned away toward the the mirror. She hiked up her dress and bent over placing one hand on the. Wanting, thinking, dreaming only of Master. At the brink of tears, on what I believe is my fourth night locked away. I hear footsteps, and someone at the door. I stare at the door, desperate to see anyone. The door opens and I see him, it is Master. I get upon my knees and crawl towards him. Once at his feet, I beg. I beg for everything that my broken sprit, my broken mind wants.Bowing my head I begin. “Master, I am yours. All I need s your touch, all I want is for you to control me, use me as.