Her smile broadened. “Good morning. You make me feel beautiful.”I leaned down to kiss her briefly and gently. “Are you OK? I was worried all nig...t that I had gone too far. Turn on your front – please.”She paused, then turned on her front while I lifted the sheet and examined the angry red marks. “Jesus! I’m sorry, Marta…”She put her finger up to my lips. “I’m not. Sir, I don’t think you quite understand. I want this. I need this. The part of me that feels unworthy, wrong, sinful, damned needs. Theysighed and thrashed their heads from side to side as their bodies heavedand rocked. Frezied in their own way, panting loudly as their boy partsduly swelled and stood up.Sophie told them to slow down when she observed their vacant expressionsand noticed their hands bouncing up and down on their vertical boners asthey made a mad rush towards a finish. She then gave Veronica a playfulnudge. "Come on, they're easy-meat. We'll sit on their faces untilthey've done what we want."Veronica sighed in. As I took each nipple in my fingers, I felt her breathing get heavier. I dropped my eyes down in time to see her fingers dip into the fabric of her thong and touch the wetness of her own pussy while her eyes remained fixated on the action in front of her. I moved my hands away from her tits and worked them down her stomach, until I had placed them over hers inside the thong. Renee leaned her head back against me. She then lifted her hands away from her pussy, leaving my fingers to rest against. Mistress drove her slut to the town centre and parked at the rear of The Globe. She led me on my leash to the pub which we had visited a few times recently. The word had soon got around, and when we arrived at the pub around thirty guys were already there. Mistress was bought drinks, but she refused to let anyone buy her whore one, just water. Whilst we stood at the bar, allowing my body to be fondled by whomever wanted to, and of course they did.Mistress likes to start our shows with a display.