"You like that?"I focused on nonchalance and kept one hand on the keyboard, another on the mouse—fearful of what would happen if either one left con...act with the computer.Then there was a percussive impact on the back of my head, and I went face-first into the keyboard. The tray of keys rattled. The computer honked at the random discharge of keystrokes. My face stung. "Ow!"I could hear the instant cessation of keyboard clatter, feel a dozen eyes on me. The room monitor said, "Arie? Are you. This is too good for a slave to watch his Mistress getting off."I lost all track of time, listening to the wet squishy sounds of your fantasy fuck until finally, you came, long and hard, letting go of the handle between your legs to grasp Emma's tits in both hands in gratitude.I was allowed one quick sniff of overheated pussy before being forced to lick up the puddle on the floor and the sex machine clean of your exquisite bodily fluids.Emma untied the anal hook from my collar, so you could. “You’re crazy. Why would you want to marry a stranger? It’s not like you’re ugly—” “Ah, so you noticed. That’s a good thing. And you, my dear, are gorgeous.” Shaking her head to refute his words, she groaned when the room spun. “Honey, why don’t you take a shower? That should help clear the cobwebs a bit.” He turned the shower on before leaning down to take both her hands in his. As if in slow motion, he pulled the tie of her robe loose and slid it off her shoulders. Abby knew she should stop. She covered herself with the blanket and slept on the berth. I opened the door and found the pantry boy asking for tea/coffee and snacks to which I denied. He asked about Shreya and I told her that she was asleep and closed the door. She got up and came near me and asked me ‘what are you hiding from me?’ I told her that its nothing to which she pushed me to the window side and started to rub my cock over my pants and said ‘then what is this?’. She then took off her top, bra and panties and she.