She slid one hand around the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to hers while the other was kneading my crotch. I was totally under her spell so coul... not have resisted (even if I wanted to).“Please, please, please, please, give me your sweet, salty, creamy cum, baby... Mmmmmm.....” Her tongue slid into my mouth, while the middle finger of her other hand expertly undid my zipper. Without waiting for any permission, she got on her knees in front of me and freed my stiff cock from my underwear.. Sharon was moaning and with each stroke would jerk against her restraints, but they had played this game before and she knew what was coming. "No please don't" she begged. "I'll be good. I'll play with myself for you".Obviously it was too late, because Steve continued. Changing his position slightly he began working the whip vertically and it founds its way between the gaping cheeks of her ass. Nothing was sacred, and Sharon screamed freely as the thongs splatted against the bud of her asshole.. Stephanie then slowly stood up, her legs quivering with the effort."Good slave," Jeff said, clapping.Stephanie felt the same kind of elation she felt when she had won a difficult tennis match. Despite everything, she had done it and without any help. It was a small mental victory for her and she grasped at it like a life preserver."Slave, thrust your tits out."Of course, Stephanie did so. The pain the clothespins caused had ebbed away to a dull ache, flaring a bit if she moved and caused them. My hair flyingeverywhere, and especially my little skirt flipping back and forth witheach thrust."Oh God!" I squealed. "Fuck me Don! Make me a woman! A sexy woman!" You are a sexy woman Babydoll!" He moaned back. "A hot sexy littlewoman!" He grabbed a hold of my hips and thrusted hard one last time, Isquealed with delight and we both reached orgasm.Don slumped back, panting heavily. I sat up and pulled my panties backup, then fell backward onto his chest, into his open arms. We both.