He tells me he is close. I make him grip my throat harder and it feels amazing. He gets more forceful, more erratic in his pounding, his grunts becomi...g louder and his grip becoming tighter. "Argh!" he lets out as he goes balls deep inside me, his cock throbbing from the force of his climax as he shoots load after load inside me (in the condom). I pull him close, contracting my anal muscles to milk as much as I could out of him. It's a minute or two before he slips out, the exit of such a thick. There was only 3 things left to do to her. So I took her to my room and shackled her to the bed face down. I really didn’t want to do this part but it was in the story so I had to. I grabbed the lube and the speculum, horse dildo and the tattoo gun and her phone. Lubed her up and slid in the speculum. Her asshole still sore she cried out and I stopped.Its in the story! she cried you have to... I need this Master!I continued cranking open the medical device , her hole had to be opened enough to. Her side said, “Good evening Mrs. Putnam” and held his hand for her to get out of the car. My side, said, “Good evening Sir” I thought to myself ‘well, I’m just about as good as chopped liver’. She walked in front of me by a half step, and I was able to get a good look at her from a little behind her. She really was elegant. She had a tight, well proportioned frame, with a fantastic ass, just as I remembered her. The hem line of her suit was just where the fashion dictates, a few inches above. “Oh…Bambi that was…lovely,” Simon heaved a sigh, “that was the best I’ve had for months.” “Mmmm me too” I lied again, “and there was so much stuff!” “You’ll do nicely.” Mrs. Hunt exhaled noisily then made a sharp exit. Simon sensed my unease as I stood in front of him only wearing a tiny thong with a handful of spunk. “You can wash your hands in the sink,” he told me as he swung off the bed; his cock already hiding in its shell. When I walked back into the lounge the other two were.