’ ‘Thanks, great interview.’ Getting up Mitch walked towards Lisa, taking the bottle of water and taking a long drink, ‘How many more?’ ‘L...st one coming up.’ ‘Thank God, freedom for the rest of the day. Fancy a drive out into the surrounding countryside. I need to clear my head and get some work done on my lines with the new script.’ ‘Alright, I’ll call the driver.’ ‘No, just the two of us, I’ll drive, I need to cut loose.’ * Lisa sat watching the amazing scenery out of the car window as Mitch. I feel a cold leather riding crop being ran over my skin from my ankle to the point of where my cum has stopped running down on my leg. Sir scoops up my cum and tells me to open my mouth so I can taste my pussy. Do you like the taste of your pussy Slut? DOM is cleaning the riding crop front and back on my tongue and tells me to keep my tongue out. Smack! riding crop comes down hard on my tongue and I let out a yelp. DOM says **you are not to cum or make a sound unless I specifically ask you to,. He looked across at Ilsa and saw her watching him closely.He threw the champagne in her face. She yelled, falling back on the bed. Clegg dived for his jacket, wresting Ilsa's pistol from his pocket.Ilsa, wiping the champagne from her eyes, blinked as he threatened her with the weapon. "Please put your hands up, Mrs Lazlo," he said. "Or should it be Miss Lund or perhaps, even, Irena Lanz?"Ilsa glowered at him."Out of bed, please," he ordered. Ilsa got up from the bed, completely naked, her hands. "Here, want to see the best part? Trythis." He handed the pizza guy a small black remote control.Nicole felt her whole body shudder and screamed into the ball gag as thebutt plug started vibrating. The pizza guy and Brian laughed at theexpression on her face when it hit. She writhed on the table, wigglingher ass around trying to get the vibration off. Nicole loved it. Shehated that she loved it. The fullness of the plug combined with theintense vibration was outrageously erotic."If you don't.