His blue-black wrists were covered in fine hair. There was a little flurry in my guts, like a butterfly settling on a flower the first day of spring.I...caught his eye in the mirror. His mouth curved into a smile before he looked away. I could smell the heat coming off him, almost taste it. In the mirror I could see the little beads of perspiration forming above his upper lip. It got me hard.He reminded me of an athlete - one of those guys who could run the 100 metres in less time it takes you to. Maybe nowshe's in some man's bedroom or hotel room, naked on his bed, herbody soaked in perspiration, her hair an utter mess but she doesn'tcare at all, not now, because her legs are locked around his backand her heels are digging into his spine and she's shrieking purejoy to the whole room each time he slams himself into her, over andover? For the third time in an hour!"My mouth fell open. Was she doing this to me? Amy! I saw her! She'd never shrieked with me, not in all our married life. And theyare covered in suckers – tiny, sensitive dextrous cups that both caressand probe. The suckers and the arms they cover coil around the boy's limbs,slither across the corrugations of his ribcage, glide down the slope of histightly drawn belly. The b**sts lean in close and lick the boy which renewshis frantic squirming; the lad's stringy muscles tense and flex. They lickand grope over his whole body, but leave his face alone.One monster delicately licks the pale sack between his legs and. He found it instinctively. Then my Master changed it up and struck my ass with the flogger once, then back to my pussy. He did that a few times. Then he added hits to my back. I barely heard myself as I blurted out, “Cum?” Master said, “Cum,” and continued flogging me. A hard orgasm washed over my body. I stayed still except for the little wiggling I can’t help but do as he flogged me. It seemed the right thing to do. I did not want a strike to go off target. Though I moaned endlessly, and a.