I was draped unflatteringly over his knee. I could feel my tummy against the coarse fabric of Steven’s jeans, the beige carpet mere inches from my f...ce, my long brown hair still loosely tied in its ponytail. My bottom was raised and I could feel his fingers dreamily stroking me through the cotton fabric of my underwear. “Your cunt is very wet, Lucy,” Steven whispered. I could feel his hand glancing over my bottom and between my legs, letting it rest for a moment against my wetness. I wiggled. “Can you keep a secret?”He nodded.“I do. But he’s not here and right now I feel like being a bad girlfriend.”Her mouth curled into a villainous grin as she went in for a deep, hungry kiss. David, who seemed hesitant a second ago, offered only encouragement as his lips matched the fever in hers. She moaned a little, satisfied to discover that he tasted every bit as sweet and earthy as her mind had envisioned. Letting go of the dock and his cock to wrap her arms around his head, she clung and. So I removed my top and bra and played with my nipples a bit until she nodded approvingly and motioned me to get back to him.We had discussed a mutual affinity for gagging so, after I got a little head start (bah-dum-bum), he had her hold my head down on his cock. In no time, he was cumming. He scolded me a little for "sucking cock too well" and had me keep going, staying hard the whole time.Next he had her grab the flogger which, along with a riding crop, he'd brought out while we were. I kept glancing at Marilyn, and she caught me at it. “What?”“Nothing.”“What are you looking at?”“You. You’re beautiful.”She colored at that, and turned her head away, but I could see her reflection in the polished surface of the elevator door, and she was smiling.As we were walking across the lobby towards one of the restaurants, I saw a man behind the registration counter start waving an arm and calling out, “Mister Buckman! Mister Buckman!”I walked over to the counter. “Can I help.