Rocking back and forth I watch as your thigh muscles clench, trying to resist the urge to relieve yourself.‘Don’t do it slut, don’t you spill on... drop. Don’t you fucking dare!’ With each word I increase the pressure knowing you will be hurting in an unusual internal but exquisite manner.You’re panting, your body rising and falling in short rapid breaths, your face screwed up in concentration. Releasing you I am amused by your sigh of relief. Your eyes focus on mine, brow furrowed.‘Thank You. Gina couldn't help but put her hand between her thighs and under her skirt. She quickly found out just how wet she was. Her fingers became coated in her nectar instantly, where she could feel it seeping out of her warm wet pussy, dribble down her inner thighs, sliding down towards the small pucker of her tight asshole. She used her fingers to rub against her wet snatch, back and forth. Her body squirmed, her face showed the immense pleasure she was experiencing. Her eyes kept glancing around. I smiled at her and told her to undress. She hopped off the bed, locked the door and did as she was told. First went the socks, followed by the jeans and jumper. Her body was beautiful and voluptuous and when she removed the matching powder-blue sports bra and panties, her great breast and succulent, bald pussy were revealed in all their respective glories. I noted how the breasts were erect surrounded by the moats that were her areolas, the same size as mine. I also saw how damp she was. Why not? He didn’t think much of pain, but the dominating part sounded like fun. And he supposed he could be the “submissive” one, too. It might be fun. “Why not?” he told her, “you haven’t disappointed me yet. But I’m really not into pain.” He impetuously stood up, lowered his shorts, rubbed a greasy chicken leg over his soft organ -- “Suck this.”As always with Mary, she caught on to The Game instantly and jumped at the chance. “Yes, Master,” she replied dutifully, rising from her.