He was a few years older than me and seemed to be keen to play with my ass.We chatted for a few hours about how we could meet up and what things I was...keen to try. During our chat I explained all about my past sexual experiences and how I experienced many sexual acts, except a blowjob. For some reason this seemed to strike a chord with him and it quickly became the focus of our conversation and plans for meeting up, we agreed to meet up at the first time that we were both free, on Saturday, for. "Jane moans as Miss Collins slides a finger in her pussy. Jane finishes sucking the last of her mistresses toes and hears her mistress say "Slave Angela, get Slave Jane up on the rack."Jane looks worried as Angela pulls her up, leads her to the wall and buckles her hands and legs to the wall. Jane is now on the wall hands above her heads and legs spread wide. Miss Thompson walks over to her newest slave and slides her tongue up Jane's body. She then says "Watch as slave Angela pleasures her. There are no shortage of lingering gazes as we sip on some cold drinks to start. Linda is teasing making sure a drop or two of condensation falls onto her exposed flesh. Lunch is an erotic experience with Linda leaning over the table to whisper into my ear. She begins by telling me about things she would like to do later in the afternoon. She wants to suck on my balls and gag on my cock. I lean across to Linda and tell her that I want to eat her pussy until she begs me to stop. Linda tells me. And yet she was still here; she knew this because people were walking past her, by her, around her, through her, with no sign that they could see her or that she actually existed. The babble of a million voices filled her ears, the scream of the wind; the raw sunlight seemed to burn on her skin. The knife was in her hands, and the flash of pain as it sliced across her arms was the sweetest thing she'd ever felt.But even then, no blood came. Though she stared and panted and prayed, nothing.