The women also developed real feelings for one another, and Jeffrey and I are sometimes able to enjoy them having passionate lesbian sex. It's nice to...have access to those contrasting women, where Juliana is short and olive-skinned, while Marsha is taller with smooth, alabaster skin. I know that Jeffrey enjoys fucking both of our wives, and Juliana just loves his huge cock. Jeffrey and I even have boy’s nights out every now and then, which usually ends up with me sucking him off in a booth in. I told her that was good to know and that it would be something to make sure happened for her. As she grasped her tits for Master's pleasure I could see indications of a wet spot forming on the cloth of her chair directly under her pussy. She kept sliding a hand down her stomach, desperately wanting to touch her pussy but holding off as she knew she would disappoint both her and myself if she didn't follow commands. Watching her do so was quite pleasing as it told me that she really wanted to. I could feel his hard cock straining in his jeans, begging to be released. I was already so wet and swollen. I wanted him inside me, now. I backed up, pulling him with me until I found a raised stone coffin grave. I hopped up, perching right on the edge, and pulled him close. His hands searched up under my skirt and pulled my pants down. I hitched my skirt up round my hips and yelped as he lifted my legs up over his shoulders and pitched me onto my back. His head dropped between my legs and I. The nurse told me, “We’ve put her on enough sedatives to knock out a horse, but she’s refused to give in to it. She must have incredible willpower!” “She’s been in survival mode. She’ll rest with me here, she trusts me to protect her,” I told the nurse. Rest she did for the next two days, as I sat in a chair and held her in my arms. I spent most of those long hours adoring her beautiful face and stroking her long auburn hair as she so loved for me to do. One of the cutest tricks she’d.