He felt every ridge and bump of Sydney’s cock. He was stretched wide, with Sydney buried deep into him, all the way up to her balls. Pam issued inst...uctions periodically. “Give it to him faster Sydney. Let him feel what that magnificent cock feels like when it rides him fast.” Her words fueled John. He met Sydney’s thrusts, feeling her balls slapping against his ass. He no longer cared about stigma or pain. His ass felt wonderful. His cock was thickening and hardening again. His beautiful, sexy. I hide it, but I'm getting more and more turned on as her desperation increases visibly with each passing mile, our conversation starting to falter and her squirming and faint whimpers and sighs becoming more frequent.Eventually, we arrive at the hotel. Check-in is swift and we get to the lift to go to our room on the fourth floor quickly. We're alone and I see her unfasten the button of her jeans to help relieve some of the pressure she feels in her full, aching bladder. I sense my cock twitch. Looking around I slowly took in a little more information, though my real concentration was undoubtedly on what Vicki was doing to me. I was lying on the open sleeping bag, on the camp stretcher, on my back. I was still completely naked. Vicki was lying on her stomach beside me, but had turned herself around, so while her head was engulfing my erection so nicely, most of her body was up here with me.I turned my head to the side, and gently kissed the nearest naked buttock. Vicki must have lost. Gushing. Seeing him suck my cock when we do a scene takes me over the edge even faster. I crave his hot mouth when he says words of devotion and adoration for his Goddess. Queen. Mistress. Also him using dirty words making me scratch him, bite him. Mark him. Deciding to allow him this scene was unselfish. I am jealous and never allow others to touch my collared slave. Viewing the pics again, seeing this slut sucking on my slave, gives me another idea. ‘Turn around,’ I command my slave. I am.