That insecurity had almost cost them, AND me, everything.That's what they were to me; Everything.To them, I am their Master. I had complete power over...them, but that power only exists as long as they allow it to exist. With the use of one word, all of my power over them vanishes.This always brings up a question that I've wrestled with quite frequently; In the sexual Master/slave relationship, which one REALLY has the ultimate power?Who is truly at the mercy of the other one?Once you go down. Like a devil on heat, she pulled his cock towards her.Wanting nothing more than to please, Orlando pressed forward, forcing his engorged mushroom against her entrance. She gasped, eyes widening as he popped inside. He felt so different to Johnny, his beautiful tip stretching her like never before, her imagination making it feel larger than life.Orlando had never felt a woman so hot, so wet. In disbelief, he looked down, surprised to see trailing fingers of cream gripping his balls like a. Then, I looked back at him again. I frowned my face showing skepticism as I pointed at myself with my finger and formed the word “me” on my lips without making a sound. I could see his cute chuckle. Then, he mimicked my mute signal forming his lips with “yes, you” and his fingers pointed at me.I just laid there for another couple of seconds, assimilating the surprise. After I was able to react, I smiled and waved at him. He, then, chuckled again and waved and smiled back at me. I. Around an hour before we were to leave for the show my friend called my room to say she wasn't feeling well and didn't think she could make it but that her son and I should still go. I felt bad leaving her out but we went to the show and had a great time. After the show we called my friend to see if she was feeling better, hoping she would meet us at the hotel bar for some drinks, but she was still under the weather. Her son and I went to the bar had several drinks then started to our rooms..