Steve and I lay in each others arms when I told him to turn around. Steve was lying on his side with his back toward me. I turned around to face his a...s. I kissed and licked the cheeks with ease, while Steve shuttered at my licks. I put my tounge up his crack and moved it around, savoring any taste I found. I gently worked my tounge up his asshole and moved it around. Steve moaned with my gentle tounge movement. I lay flat on my back and he sat on my face, while I continued to lick his crack. ”Sam was riveted to the scene playing out on his bed. Bex’s little boobs jiggled with her motions, creasing the fabric of her pajama top. Her grunting increased in frequency. He looked up at the Gandalf cat poster above her on the wall. Hang in there you fool. It was working.“And then … ah … after a little while … ah … ah … she’ll start to cum.” Bex spasmed, her whole body contracting, her narrow shoulders scrunching forward. “Oooohhhhh.”“Quiet, Bex.” Sam kept stroking. “Mom and Dad will hear. "Mmmm, the sweet taste of submission! Do you think you will perform better for Me now, my little cock-whore?" Oh yes Ma'am. I will try to never disappoint You that bad again!" Oh, I doubt that, very much! We wouldn't have these fun sessions now, would we? There will always be reasons for corrective discipline. Won't there? "Yes Mistress, there will." I said through my tears. I hung limply on the cross. "Straighten yourself up now, one final task for you this eve, slave. Get in here!" You called. Oh dear… She was kneeling on the floor, her back to the camera. Her skirt was still up over her hips, the red patches where she’d been spanked clearly visible on the white skin of her behind. Her legs were as far apart as the bunched underwear at her knees would allow. She was kneeling between the boss’s legs, her hands on his thighs, and from the position of her head it was obvious that she was… Click. Click-click. Oh, dear Lord. A close-up: Her eyes looking up, presumably into his. Her mouth.