His lips descended to hers, giving little nips and licks but she couldn’t look away, couldn’t pull from him. “Give me what I want.” he was c...ooning to her.“M-master.” I couldn’t even believe I had heard her. The Master was still torturing her with his fingers but the other was wiping away her tears.“Say it again.” he ordered.“Master.” my wife moaned, louder this time.“Who owns you?” he asked and her head lowered for a moment as if in defeat.“You do.” I heard the faintest whisper. The Master. It is edging me. Perhaps unknowingly, it is at the perfect speed to not allow me to cum. I moan loudly, but I am frustrated. I want it to let me cum. I want it to just take me and make me shake in my restraints. I want to squirt so hard that all of Brian’s seed leaves my pussy. But this faceless machine won’t allow me the satisfaction. Is it foolish to get angry at a machine? I think it is, but this machine is not making it easy for me to like it. The meditative state from before is long gone,. My hands rubbed her boobs slightly as I was doing all of it, she looked at me without saying a word and just stood there with her eyes closed. She took deep breaths, uncontrollably letting out a slight gasp now and then. After some time the breathing got tense and I could see her chest heaving. At this point, my dick was throbbing in my pants and I couldn’t control myself any longer.I moved my fingers over her boobs slowly and I could sense her being aroused by the cold touch of my finger. She. ”“Oh god.”“No, no, ah, Jane didn’t say anything to my Mother. So, you know, we’re cool with that” he said matter of factly.“Oh thank God. Dodge a bullet there” she laughed, a bit nervously.“Uh, yeah. So here’s the thing, she wants to meet you” he said with a wince.Silence.A little more silence.He listened very carefully. Is that her breathing?“Cindy? Hey, you there?” he asked.Softly he heard “Uh huh.”“So, you okay. You know, meeting my sister” and ever so softly “and her family?”“Uhm, okay..