She hands it off to me along with a can of Crisco, presumably for lube. I ask anyway, just to make sure.?Mistress, may I use the Crisco as lube for th... cucumber?,? I politely inquire. ?Of course, stupid. What did you think it was for, to bake a batch of cookies?? Chortling, she reclines in a kitchen chair, her ?front-row seat? for my latest humiliation. ?First I want you to stand up and strip buck naked for me. Do it sloooowly, slave. Put on a nice striptease for me.? Beyond embarrassed, I. .. these things matter less to her than the cowering animal before her. They are nothing more than witnesses to her glory, and her final, incandescent ecstasy...Another lash; a feeble whimper.She snarls at the sound, a bitter anger robbing her of the dark joy of release. How dare he make a sound? He will pay for his disobedience. She raises the whip high, rage crackling through her body like an electricity, lending her an inhuman strength, and an unholy savagery."I think he's had enough," says. I alternated the attention and intensity to these sensitive areas to increase his pleasure so his cock slowly rose from its slumber back to being rock hard again. Taking my hands away for a moment I gently teased his legs apart so I could manoeuvre myself between them. His cock didn’t need the extra attention but I couldn’t resist the temptation to put it into my mouth, tasting myself and him at the same time. The interesting cocktail of salty and sweeter juices on his engorged tip made me feel. He felt her sliding up and down on his erection and he wondered why she was there. She knew how he felt so what was she doing? Unfortunately, she told him."Feel him George? He put his sperm in me five times tonight. He was a stallion George. The more he fucked me the more he wanted me and the more he wanted me the more he fucked me. He wanted me George; unlike you he wanted me. Notice how easy you went in George? He opened me for you George. That's his cum that lubed me up so you could go in.