I lashed out at the reaching hands.“Don’t touch me,” I cried.I desperately wanted someone to hold me. To wrap their arms around me and tell me e...erything was going to be okay.“Don’t touch me,” I whimpered.I scrambled to my feet, pushing my way through all the hovering hands, and ran. The material of my skirt dropped as soon as I was standing. It covered my legs the way they should be covered – but still I ran.I was embarrassed. I was upset. My shoulder hurt. But most of all, I think, I was. Soon I am pounding her red-hot pussy again, but the result is the same. This room is just too sweaty for me to fuck long enough for me to ejaculate. But it doesn’t matter. Ejaculation isn’t everything. I’ve enjoyed her mouth and her hole (twice) and been hard as hell the whole time. I’ve loved every second of it. It’s time for a break. More orange soda. I’m not overly hungry but the strawberries and cherries in the buffet are the perfect snack for a night like this. I chat a little with the. My hips were instinctively beginning to rise and thrust in natural response to Rika’s movements and I could hear my juices squelching more and more. I closed my eyes and strained my body as I finally gave over to wave after wave or glorious orgasm. ?Thank you Mistress,? the slave in me said.This was a beautiful culmination to one of the hottest nights of my young life and once I had sated my lust and begun to climb down from the wave of pleasure, I realised that it might not yet be over.Master. I tried watching TV, but turned it off not wanting to offend him if he caught me watching something when I should be ready instead. I had gone from desiring to please him to trying not to offend him in a manner of hours. Like I said, my own stupidity brought me here. Around ten or so George returned and in great spirits, and he wasnt alone either. There was an entire gaggle of Japanese businessmen with him. Possibly six of them in total. George was chatting to them in fluent Japanese and they.