Neal's breathing was getting heavier as was Peter's.Then I let Neal's cock spring free and it waved aboutin front of my face. I immediately clamped my...lips around his bell-end and suckedloudly, dribbling on the floor. I gagged as I took his full hard length in my throat. Peter was now rubbing himself through his trousers andNeal beckoned him over to join us. By now my pussy was dripping,Peter couldn't stand anymore either and took down his trousers. The bulge in his pantsmade Neal's cock look. "I expect nothing else master." Don't ever call me that Angela. I am not your master."She was puzzled, "Then who... ?" You are going to be free. But we need to work together to make that happen."Her hope soared and the brightness of her smile fleetingly returned. I asked her to let me know what her story had been. She seemed frightened and was unable to put the experience in words. I needed to dip into her head once more to find out for myself.Generally, the common model for viewing a person's. .you're quite excited, aren't you Master?" Yes Mistress" Perhaps you should be the sub more often?"He whimpered, knowing there was no answer that wouldn't get him beaten, and suffered a strike to his errection with barely a moan of protest."Like that Slave. You should always reciprocate your Mistress' work. Be quiet if you want to be rebellious - " and she struck him again between the legs, making him cry out in agony, "- but you have to make some noise. Understood?" Yes Mistress" Louder!" Yes. I got Tawny out of her clothes as quick as I could, with a lot of help from her. When we were both naked I fucked her the way we both like it, hard, fast and rough. Sometimes we get the ropes out and play around. She likes to be tied up and helpless. But I’m much too horny to play those games tonight.We fucked like crazy for over an hour. But in my head I wasn’t fucking Tawny. I remembered last night, watching those two pretty young virgins getting undressed. I pictured the tears running down.