She sounded erotic as she formed each word in a light whisper.“You’re my little puppet now,” she nipped at my pulse point and I sucked in a brea...h, “and there are so many things I plan on doing to you. Such a pretty little puppet with pretty little lips…” I almost jumped out of the chair when I felt her finger nails sc**** against my inner thigh. I was sitting there in only a blouse, bra, and underwear. I was at her mercy; the mercy of her voice.“Your legs spread so easily my little toy. My,. Her little bitch, her cum-eater. Whatever she was going to call him from that point on. He would submit to her totally. This was a huge ask.Samantha was wondering the same. Would she push him too far? Would eating his own cum be his breaking point? Would he drop the strawberries on her and stop it all?She kind of regretted that she had moved this fast. They had known each other for a couple of hours, and already she had tied him to the bed, made him come and now asked him to eat his own cum.. The whole time I just watched her. I watched her lean backwards so the onlookers could see her face contort, so they could se how hard her nipples were around her perfectly expensive tits. When she came, she was loud. I would ask her to get louder. I would ask her if they were watching since my back was towards them. I would ask her if she was enjoying herself. I eventually flipped her around and fucked her from behind so hard she was screaming. I still couldn’t see where the eyes were behind. Theproblem was, as we all already know, that Kyle was an enormous admirer of Steve Shanit; and just the fact of being in his presence as he was receiving the verbal dressing down had caused his own hyper-active cock to start on its upward journey; and now, faced with what he had been told to do, his cock was already rock hard. This had been exacerbated by the fact the Steve Shanit himself was wearing just a pair of tight-fitting gym shorts and a skimpy vest as he had torn a strip of Kyle. This.