'How do you feel?' she asked.He shifted noncommittally. 'Skin still itches like hell. I still ache.''Wait a minute,' Sarah said. From the bedroom she ...etched a smallbottle of faintly scented oil and began to rub it into him, all over,following it up with the closest she could manage to a good firmmassage, driving her fingertips hard down into the muscles, trying tofree up the labouring joints. Tony's breathing deepened and she couldfeel him relax, grow more at peace... until the sound of. We wished there was a pic taken this way.I remember d saying “ look at you.Getting fucked like a cheap whore.You fucking cunt.”. With his arms free, d would pinch my tits.Squeeze my boobies hard.Or play with my cock.Ever so slightly.I remember being so hot when we were making love this way.It was almost 2 pm now.D was still fucking me .We alternated between our positions.Sideways, eagle spread, missionary.My cock was now very full and I was not able to control my release further. I begged d to. The fatigue was beginning to set in as her muscles strained repeatedly against her bondage. The suction on her breasts returned, and began to pulse in and out, mimicking the feeling - in her mind - of a rough pair of hands kneading them. The sensory overload pushed her into a fourth orgasm, and then she couldn't count them properly any further as she simply floated from one to the next with no boundary between. Distantly, she felt the machine's fucking motion stop and the probe began to rapidly. She said, “I’m looking forward to this. I get to see that nice dick of yours again.” That put to rest any worry I had that she had any regrets about our first massage. Once again, I got an hour-long massage that included a bath. Once again, I waited to undress until she got back in the room. She started the water in the tub. Then I asked if I could undress her. She said, “Sure.” I hugged her, pressing my erection against her tummy, caressed her back and the sides of her breasts. Then I backed.