The pain permeated every fiber of his being, racing from his asshole to his nuts that were pulled tightly against his body to his hardened nipples and...then all the way to the back of his eyes. Sweat dripped from his forehead and he whimpered, “Please, I can’t take anymore. It hurts.” Surely, his pleas would be understood. He was only 5’1”. There was only so much space for all that meat to go. It wasn’t because of lack of desire; it was logistics. He fought back, trying to save himself. I need just a little bit more magical energy. Would the three girls please blow a few kisses at my fist."Claire and Diane immediately giggled and started doing so. Mackenzie joined in, but slower and with less enthusiasm. (To be fair, the younger girls were VERY enthusiastic.)After one blown kiss from Mackenzie, and three or four noisy efforts from each of the other girls, I said, "Okay. I've got enough now. Thanks, girls."I pointed my right index finger at my raised left fist. I started moving. She thanked Master for allowing slave to get her off. She then left Master and the slave and adjourned to the bathroom to shower. When she was done she came out and came over to the bed and kissed the slave tenderly on the lips. She told it that for its first time satisfying a woman that it had done very well. Then the lady thanked Master for the use of His slut for the night. She told Master and the slave that she would definitely be back in touch soon.After she walked out the door, Master. We decided to walk around the pool and the yard. As we walked and talked I sensed that she was also interested in me. When we came to an area somewhat out of sight from the rest of the party, near my friend Josie’s guest room, I stopped and looked into her eyes. She peered back. I was terrified that what I wanted to do would put her off, would offend her. I still couldn’t read her as to whether she would appreciate being kissed by another woman; yet, for some inexplicable reason I sensed she.