This was going to be one of those that would probably hang around going every colour of the rainbow before it finally disappeared. I hated Mike (the b...stard) for what he did and hated the fact that I hadn't been able to summon the courage to call the evening off altogether, before any of this could have happened.Worse still, I could see bruising on my forearms from being manhandled and I'm sure that the external signs were going to be easier to cope with than the internal, mind-based ones.I saw. As it dried I felt a tingling burning sensation and my nipples became erect and hard. Pulling the dress back up I could see my nipples straining against the thin fabric which now seemed to irritate them with every move I made. Mistress smiled wickedly, spun me around and slapped me viciously on my bottom."Get a move on we have work to do to get you ready for a party we are attending tonight. If you are really good I might not paint some that nipple rouge on your clit and ass pussy." Mistress. The next time I push forward, my hand slaps down hard on her ass, telling her, "take that cock in your ass". Pulling back till her ass is gripping the head of my cock, again I push forward. This time I slap her ass repetitively, telling her to take my cock as I just keep pushing forcing all if my cock in her ass. Bent over the dinner table, she has her arms spread out, gripping the edge of the table, I hold my cock deep in her ass pumping my hips. Grabbing a hand full of her hair, I pull her. Snuggling, cuddling, spooning, all fine and dandy. Nudity. Showering in front of each other. Mooning each other. Changing in front of each other. Feeling each other up. Fucking in front of each other. Right?” I clarified for the record, my cell phone now in hand, recording us all in our pact.“And mutual masturbation ... right? Including handjobs, clit play, and ass play,” Natalie chimed in, much to my shock, though it shouldn’t have been.“Fine with me. What about dry humping? I’d love to see.