Your hands gently brush me, "Stand up slave" whispers the lady, very close to me, in my ear, so that I can feel her breath on my skin. Of course I obe... her orders and straighten up. Spread my legs again and this time cross my hands behind my back.Again I don't feel anything from you, just hear how you whisper softly behind me and then how you walk around me and keep looking at me.Almost at the same time I feel the lady's hands on my chest, her fingernails play with my nipples, and my master's. The cock in my ass was methodically fucking me, it popped out a couple of times but was quickly reinserted into my now slackened anal opening. The man underneath me was starting to get more frantic, his breathing ragged, he thrust into me frenetically and groaned into my ear before he spasmed and went virtually limp, his condom covered cock pulsating inside me as he came. He lay there as his cock softened and slipped out of my pussy, but by anus was still being plundered by penis. The man who. She then positioned herself in front of the table making sure her thighs were inside the leather-covered metal clasps that would secure her legs, and, bending over, stretched her arms to the far end making sure her wrists were inside the leather-covered metal clasps that would secure her arms. Her shorty nightdress rose above her waist without her doing anything so she knew her bare bottom was going to be beautifully presented to be caned.The button to secure the clasps and to start the. "I'm... Clay."He chuckled. "Sorry, you don't look like much of a Clay," he blurted. Iyanked my hand back."Can you just... fix this?" He scratched the back of his neck."I know the boss can, I don't know when he'll be back. But I might havesomething that can help, if you want." He reached under the counter andpulled out a small bracelet. Instinctively I recoiled - it was a daintylittle thing, with a silver butterfly prominently crafted at the center,concealing the clasp."This should help with the.