" She responded."Yes? Yes what?" Yes Master." Ask me." Can I use the restroom?"Devon's hand once again met her flesh."Who are you talking to? You have...to address me when speaking to me. Do it again."Paige closed her eyes for a second realizing the simple mistake she had made."Master, may I use the restroom?"Devon smiled."That's better. Now, beg me."Waves of humiliation washed over Paige's body. She couldn't believe he was making her do this and at the same time she was more excited than she. Grinning his hand slides from the base of his cock around and down in between your legs. The sudden feeling of your pussy being invaded by his cock pushes the last bit of reluctance from your mind. You can feel your body right there fighting an orgasm, your eyes half close, fluttering as your hands strain at the bonds wanting to let them touch your sensitive spots. Your mouth hung open, as the blood once again drains from your ears, you can hear that long slow drawn out moan, of your body on. She thought she looked marvelous, was marvelous. Her eyes remindedme of factory smoke.I steered her to the chair that has the view of the Pacific. For June youcould even see some water. Usually at this time of year all you see isgrease brown haze.Mrs. Dalton held out a pink- papered, custom wrapped cigarette to be lit.She expected me to light it, not because it was the nice thing to do. Butbecause she was rich and I wasn't and that's the sort of thing richpeople think people who have to balance. And Mr. C owned a pool, so Tony and I spent many a days swimming back there. Mr. C. traveled a lot that left Mrs. C., Tony and I alone. Mrs. C. would often come out by the pool and join us, she usually just sunbathed. She always wore a bikini that barely held in her large breasts. I always had to stay in the pool longer to let my hard on subside. Whenever Tony went inside to go to the bathroom or get a drink I took the opportunity to steal glances at the bathing beauty. Whenever Mrs. C. got out.