A week later in the bar again, David's hand was back on my thigh, so I left it there. I could tell David knew that Eric was trying to get noticed, to ...ngratiate himself for a promotion. David was pushing to see how far he could go before Eric was forced to say something, probably hoping Eric would leave him alone about work.It amused me, watching them both, Eric’s face was a picture as David pushed his luck, and his hand getting higher up my legs each time we saw him at the bar and Eric. When I was up, he stood as well, towering above me. “Now lay down on the bed, with your hips on the edge and your legs straight out with only your feet touching the floor.” My master insured that my hips and ass were well supported. Then he stood and I could hear his belt unbuckling. Maybe he was getting naked? No. I heard him pull the belt into two halves, and then fold again… making four strips of leather just over a foot long. Hfe knelt on the bed beside me, again putting his left hand. “Oh, My Lord! Uhhhh!”At first, the usual ‘pain’, but Swann overcame it when starting to ride Hastington. The Englishman used his hands to keep the short-haired’s balance and to avoid he ‘ran away’ from the meeting. Ernest watched it eagerly while James kept savouring the painter’s rod.“Ohhh! Yeahhh! That is so great! I cannot believe! Ahhhhh!”, yelled a surprised Swann, almost baffled on how he felt being fucked by another man.But the stream of sensations wouldn’t finish that soon. After taking. . but tonight there was a full moon and the secret Jemma had hidden from her beloved Mistress was running rampant in her veins. She wanted the power Maggie was offering, and she wanted to reveal her hidden nature at last to the woman who brought her such pleasure."Yessss," Jemma hissed, smiling wickedly. She stood gracefully and stepped to Maggie's side, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her roughly to her knees. "My whore, my slut, my filthy cunt!" Maggie moaned at the names Jemma called.