He loves to be a cum slut and eats his own cum. I have trained Charles to be subservient to me, yet I was bored with him. I had sought out other venue... and exquisite delights to fulfill my hidden desires. I have always been a woman of taste and strong men. I had recently terminated a relationship with my previous sadist. The whole love story and feelings were a bit systematic. He became soft. However, Charles devotion is never questioned. The bastard loves to be a dick whore. I dress him in. “Have we all had a fun afternoon?” I asked.“Fucking brill, darling,” was Mo’s enthusiastic reply before she ducked her head down and kissed one of Yvonne’s nipples that had somehow escaped from her bra.Yvonne simply smiled at me before returning attention to Mo. I turned to Rose and, after placing a hand gently on her bare thigh, asked, “how about you?”She hesitated and then, “yes, Miss, but …”“No ‘buts’,” I scolded her, “I enjoyed it as much as you did. However, …” I smiled to myself as a. The soft satin of your panties did nothing to hide your arousal, they were warm and damp and I could trace the outline of your lips through the sheer material. Pressing harder with my finger, I could feel the hard bud of your clit through them, and I began to rub. The friction of my finger, coupled with the minute rasping of the material against you was enough to drive you wild. Spreading your legs wide, you pushed upwards and began rotating your hips so erotically against my hand that I. Little did I knew that I was moaning. And so was he.“Why does it feel so good?” He said with a moaning voice. “Hmm.” The only voice came out was a moan. My hand slipped subconsciously and now the only one holding a dick was him. So, he left my dick and came closer to hug. I’ve hugged people before, but this hug gave me pleasure.It was because our dicks were touching. I didn’t know much back then. We kept moaning and kept pushing harder towards each other. My left leg raised a bit and that gave.