Right at that moment in time there was nothing Sarah wanted more than to feel James’s cock deep inside her. Continuing to rub her clit with one hand...she moved the other down and slid two fingers inside herself. She began moving them in and out while bending them slightly to rub at her G-spot. As the sounds of the motions from the other tent sped up, so did she. The waves of pleasure and warmth radiating through her pussy. She worked faster and faster, forgetting the pace of the others. All she. It was quickly agreed among the Doms that she should be "asked to go home".This was an expression that Jacqui had never heard before but the gloating of the Doms and the fearful glances of the Subs told her that this was one of the private, and spectacular, rituals of the Hang Out Club. Judging from the various reactions it was also something special which did not often happen.The Dom handcuffed the unfortunate girl with her hands behind her back and then positioned her on the whipping frame,. You pat your lap and I lie my head on it. You stroke my hair and rub my shoulder. It makes me feel good and I shift a little, not realising that me doing that is making you hard. I roll on to my back and look up at you. You smile at me and I smile back. I tell you that you are a good friend. You lean down and kiss me this time I don’t pull away and let you kiss me. I moan and lean up into your touch. It feels right. You moan and run your hand over my cotton covered breast. “Mmm….James…I want. We would be sitting drinking tea on the patio, and there was Tony, finding something that needed to be done just nearby. Or when we took a stroll round the farm, he'd manage to be somewhere we just had to pass and couldn't ignore him. But for all his attempts to get to know us, he turned out to be incredibly shy, so when we rounded one of the barns and found him there yet again, asking him how he was, he turned a fiery shade of red and muttered something about having work to do, and off he.