You must be dying right now."All Sandy could do was moan in response."There has to be something we can do."Regaining a bit of composure, Sandy looked ...own at Mindy, her brow knitted in thought."Did Mistress say anything before she left? Give some clue?" Well, she said something about removing all the barriers to unlock the final barrier, but that's it. We've removed the barriers, haven't we?" Maybe we aren't supposed to cum tonight. If there's one thing I've learned from my week with Mistress,. She was hard working and always gave a hundred percent. She had deep topaz eyes, with golden flecks that shimmered when she was being playful. Long brown hair that she wore in a loose pony-tail. She had a laid back personality that made her the best boss to have in the world. I watched her strip her polo off, revealing a white tank top underneath. Chills formed on my arms and I had to hide the sly smile that formed. She slammed a drawer shut, bringing me out of my dirty thoughts. "I swear I'm. My breasts are being vigorously assaulted as they are gripped and squeezed tightly. My nipples are being bitten and sucked deep inside the warm lips surrounding them. The shafts buried inside me are pumping vigorously and the pulsating electricity tightens my pussy and butt tightly around them. My eyes are locked on Roberta as her three mechanical cocks powerfully drive in and out of her and the chains attached to her breasts pull them vigorously away from her chest. I am feeling the same. Not bloody likely. Despite several days’ worth of unshaven stubble, I wasn’t a bearded, debonair gentleman like the seventy-eight-year-old actor Jonathan Goldsmith, whom legend says can speak Russian in French.“So, the women of the Society of Sisters are okay with me?” I licked my lips with cautious hope.“Most of them don’t seem to mind; you’re a welcome diversion from the daily routine, but a couple of the gals really hate men and told Sheila that they’d assassinate you if you remain at.