I never get to speak to them anyhow.’ Marti laughed at his retort, but she did not complain or try to rub the boy’s noses in the dirt for missing...her time limit. She was actually impressed that the two young men had made the entire thirteen miles. She thought that these two might have some promise, after all. She knew that only time would tell, and she did have four months to work with them before they split up. She was going to have fun pressing them as hard as she could, until then. 38.. He pushed inside me and pulled out. He did it again, faster this time. He rubbed my clit while he did it. He went faster and harder, ramming into me. I rubbed quicker and it felt amazing. I moaned loudly and he continued to slide in and out faster. I panted and bit my lips. He was so fast this time, and he hit my spot every time he pushed inside me. "Oh my god! This feels so great. Oh, wow!" I shouted. He continued to push in and out, now also moving his hips so his penis was moving around. That would change, I knew, but for that moment I felt like a Goddess. After I walked the half circle I returned to my chair and rested my right foot up on the chair, letting them see my wet pussy. I turned slowly and sat down in the chair, their eyes followed my every movement.I began to slide my hands over my body, teasing myself, playing with my nipples and moaning as I enjoyed the silence and the feel of my hands. I moved my hand down to my aching pussy, easily finding my swollen clit and. Often these sessions are captured on video, too, which Mistress then sells on the internet to augment my tribute to Her and to enhance my total, abject, public humiliation and debasement. Mistress and I live rather far apart, and I am not able to serve Her in person very often (She has slaves from all over the world who come to serve and worship Her), but She says that She gets almost as much pleasure from just whoring me out from afar as from me serving Her in person, and She definitely.