I wanted...more.I didn't complain when Eric pushed me down to the bed and then pulled my hips up at him. He rubbed his cock into my pussy so smoothly ...nd teasingly that I kind of wanted the real thing, but I also know that this was just a photo shoot and what was in my mind was just a fantasy."Emmy," Mike was asking, "I'd like to get Eric to do a little more than we've done before if you're up to it. What do you think?"I had no damn clue what he was talking about but I was also too far gone. The tears kept streaming, but her sobs were combined with moans. He was driving her to the place where pleasure and pain fused together. As he used his finger to rub her clit he reached back and delivered another blow to her burning ass. She cried out again, but not entirely in pain. He stopped for a moment, Lucy opened her eyes and could see he was back at the bed picking a new implement. He chose a cane and swished it through the air in front of Lucy. It sounded evil to Lucy and she shuddered. She looked at my hand, between her legs. If I'd thought about it, I'd have realized she'd never seen a man's hand there. I also wasn't aware that her memories of me doing this to her earlier, in bed, were misty, and that this was feeling so much better."You're... going to... fuck me again... aren't you?" she panted."Maybe," I said. "That depends on you." I'll never ask you to," she groaned, through grinding teeth. She was trying not to have the orgasm that was about to streak through her."OK,". My wife needed to go to the restroom and pee. Tylor offered to show her the way. They left me sitting there with my wine and my accelerated heatbeat. Sandras trip to the restroom took like 20 min, and I was going out of my skin with jealousy. Finally, they came back, and they were walking hand in hand, laughing. Sandra sat at her chair and then I could see why it had taken so long ! She had cum in her hair, and some cum on her chin. God, I nearly fainthed. She had actually sucked the k**s.