I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to me. Samantha cried out as her cold chest collided with my warm cock but she quickly grabbed her tits...again and wrapped my cock. The champagne was very slippery, and my cock happily slid between her plant tits. A small pool of champagne collected at the top of her cleavage and the tip of my cock kept springing from this decadent pool."Faster, bitch," I grunted, for I could feel I was close.Samantha grunted as she desperately bounced on her knees.. Nervously I bent my head down and started kissing the boots over , I saw my reflection in them as I kissed and I slowly started enjoying it, licking them eagerly. My sister laughed, then suddenly lifter her foot back and caught me on the face. I shrank back as she chuckled." Not getting too excited I hope?"No mistress I responded." I want you to understand how worthless and pathetic you are, these boots are more important to me than you"I sat there ashamed."In fact Bitch you kissed those boots. I then cuffed my legs and arms into the cuffs which were connected separately to either end of the garage, there was no longer away to back out.Mistress walked in; Mistress was nearly my height but finely built with brown hair and eyes that were nearly impossible to look at. Mistress was clearly in her element as if Mistress was just going to check something in the garage. Her clothes reflected this idea of normality as Mistress wore shorts and a shirt, with sneakers and socks. I suppose there. I rolled down the window.“Hey, man thanks for stopping,” he said with a smile. “where you headed?”I told him our campground.“Cool brother, That’s close enough for me.” He said and opened the back door. He threw his canvas bag in first before joining it. “And don’t worry, dude, it’s your car, if you want to rock out with your cock out while you drive it don’t bother me.”I quickly tucked myself back into my pants as he settled himself in the backseat. I froze for a moment and my wife turned to.