Em took the masseur upstairs with the massage bed carry case he had brought with him. Ambrose returned to the kitchen and switched on the camera. Em...was wearing white shorts and a tight yellow top. Underneath this, as Ambrose soon saw, she had on her tiny little white string bikini. He hardened when he saw that, because it was those little scraps of fabric that he had once seen being torn off her in that hotel room. Ambrose put on his headphones and switched on the camera sound. Em called. At the feel of His lips on my nipple I am gone, lost, physically I no longer control my body, it belongs to Master and it will perform as He desires. With my nipple in Master's mouth my pussy instantly goes from wet to soaked. I spread my legs as wide as I am able, my vaginal muscles clench frantically around my empty wetness, I throw my head back, thrust my pelvis forward, wrap my arms around Masters back, my teeth bite my lower lip, my breathing heavy, my body is shaking and I am cuming and. He’d then grip her ass cheeks and she’d start thrusting uncontrollable. On this particular evening, no doubt highly emotional about leaving in the morning, she felt her body tense and heat, her ears began to ring, red and yellow flashes came before her eyes, her fingers gripped Philip’s shoulders harder (finger tips held outwards to astutely protect the long nails) and a low scream began to erupt, originating way down in her belly, she thought. Oh yes, she then began to gush a geyser, all over. She said she wouldmake me look convincing."A real man could carry it off," she said. "Are you man enough?"I was starting to wonder if she was just goading me or if real men reallywould do this?What choice did I have? It was the French Maid's outfit or the vomitcovered clothes.I sat there submissively in my panties as Agnes applied false breasts tomy chest and blended them with my chest so that they looked natural.Agnes then handed me a bra and I had it on before she could turn round.In a.