Feel your stomach tightening. You look at this woman/ a cocktail of terror and longing coursing through your blood. Taking hold of your face with both...hands Maria Marquez thrusts her mouth against yours. Her lips soft against your own. Her cheap perfume intoxicates you. She edges her wet tongue into your mouth and you feel the surge of electricity. But you are confused. You shake your head/ pull away. See the wicked smile curling Marias lips. She nudges you. You fall back onto the sand. *Take. Resting on my elbows, I looked at my two lovers and the other swingers. They all seemed happy and full of lust and love. I was the odd one out. With Laura, sticking her fingers into my cunny and her thumb rubbing my clit, I started thinking. Mrs. Big make-over didn’t fool Mr. Big for a second. This was a setup if ever there was one. I was the fool. Mr. Big grabbed Laura’s wig and pulled to give him more thrust into her. He pulled off not only the blond wig but also her greyish hair to reveal. Her question hadn't left her mouth when his mouth found its way down her slick neck.As Rhett let his tongue dance along her skin, he could feel Anna's small, strong hands running up his sides to the top of his shoulders with slow deliberation. The familiar tingle in the pit of his stomach stirred at her slippery touch and the intoxicating sound of her echoed moans. "Rhett," she whimpered as his nimble fingers tweaked her nipples, making them hard as pebbles, "let me finish this shower and I. I ordered her to get on her knees and push her boobs out. I wrote ‘Slave’ on her left one boob and ‘Slut’ on her right boob.I took her to the dressing table and made her stand and watch herself in the mirror. I ordered her to keep repeating these words for 10 minutes, looking herself in the mirror. “I am a dirty and fucking slave of my master.” She kept doing it for the next 10 minutes.I did this so that she starts feeling like a slave and start enjoying BDSM. I moved to the hall and ordered it.