My other hand then sought out her pussy knowing how this made her wetter than ever and god she was, I could resist no longer and had to fuck her “be...d!” was all I said and she knew what I meant, she did it straight away leaning over the desk, lifting her skirt like the good girl she was, I had to taste her and knelt to run my tongue up her slit quickly as I was desperate to shove my cock in her now but wanted to tease once more and ran the tip of my cock over her slit then up to her ass as she. All 4 of the Doms are sitting at a big long wooden table. A Mistress dressed in all black leather stands up and says, "Slaves we are going to have a little competition to see which of us is the better trainer. Some of the rules for the games as are follows: 1:No slave is to look across this table. 2:There will be no speaking unless told to speak. 3:You will do anything WE tell you. 4:You will not be allowed to cum unless one of us tells you to. If you do not obey these rules you will. My first competition was when I was six and I wrestled varsity in eighth grade. I was All-League and All-County that year and All-State and All-American the other four years. Then I went to Penn State on a full wrestling scholarship, graduating in three years and earning my Masters the fourth. I majored in Mechanical Engineering and minored in Metallurgy. That knowledge has been invaluable to me.“Want some dessert,” I asked when we had finished.“Not now, but maybe a little later. Can we. The girl jerked forward covering her mouth to prevent from crying out. He pumped his hips up and down as she squinted her eyes, head turned to the side. “Look at me.” She didn’t listen. “Look at me.” This time he turned her face to him. When she opened her teary eyes, he kissed her deeply.This was what she needed. She met his thrusts with equal enthusiasm, no longer caring if her parents heard her gasps of pleasure. She was saying something to him but he could not understand.“If you spill.