I tugged on her dress and then pulled it over her head; she had to lift her hips to allow me to do so. My hands on her skin seemed pale next to her ol...ve complexion. “Should we move this into the bedroom?” She asked. I just nodded and followed her into the bedroom. It was even smaller than the sitting room and only had room for a double bed. We stood at the foot of it, Nicola just wearing a small blue thong while I still had on my sweater and slacks. She began kissing my neck and I tilted my. I kept moving gently so as to not wake her and because she was probably still sore but I was persistent. I kept moving up and down over her box, sliding my tongue just a little deeper with each stroke. I felt her pussy growing wetter under my lapping tongue. The taste was delightful. Her clit began to really harden and I took the opportunity to play with it a few licks with my tongue. I felt her legs beginning to flex as I continued to lick her over and over again. I heard her moans and gasps. I have no idea how long this lasted nor how many times I came because at some point I passed out. I recall coming to on the floor, my head in Mistresss lap as she stroked my sweaty brow. Any last shreds of clothing had long since been torn from my body and as I lay prostrate and sobbing from physical and emotional overexertion on the plastic sheet on the floor, Master dumped one final load on my tummy and tits. Mistress rose and said to him, I think we should wash that off. They smiled at one. His skin grown pale he cowers his head looking up at Weston with big sad eyes. The older boy relaxes a little giving a short smile of sympathy. Across the other side, Langdon pulls down his zipper, everyone turns to the noise as he exclaims,” I know. You two give us blow jobs and we’ll forget all about this and you.” Sticking out his chest, standing in front of his make-out partner Christopher says,” fuck you.” His friend’s hand on his shoulder turns him around. Almost in tears David pleads.