One of the other guys walked over and placed my hand on his huge cock that was sticking out of his pants. I held on like a vice and started wanking hi..., he was spitting already, getting bigger with every stroke, and as I leaned forward to his cock, his body shook. He knew he was going to be blown, but up until then he never thought it would be by me!I sucked hard on him, and heard him moan, how long had he had this hard on, it was fucking rock hard, and he was loving my mouth around it, sucking. So upset that he tied me to our bed, and put my blindfold and gag on me... and left. I was so sad, crying my eyes out. I craved the touch of my Master, and he was denying me. I knew I deserved it, but I didn't accept it. Let's back up a little bit. To what I did. "Master!!!!!!! TOUCH ME!" I yelled at him. And immediately covered my mouth, realizing what I just did. He looked over at me, with furious eyes, and grabbed me off the floor where I was kneeling, by his feet, and took me to his. Their makeup was just as striking as their clothing. Natural colourfoundation was complimented with a pastel blue eye shadow and deep blueeyeliner, one inch long chromium blue false eyelashes adding to the look.Their lips were painted in a pearly candy pink and outlined with a deepred lipliner. They had painted pink circles on their cheeks which gavethem the appearance of two blushing cheerleader dolls.Their hands sported an immense array of delicate silver rings, and theirfingers were tipped. He let his body fall on top of mine, spreading my legs a little wider with a movement of his hips and thighs. He had to use his handto guide himself in, but once he started, he didn’t need any more help. He was wide enough that he did have to work his way in, the first few strokes.He started above me, on his hands, his lower body pressed between my legs, so that I could look down the line of my body and watch him push his way in and out of me. Just the sight of it made me cry out, again.“God,.