He needed to take a leak, too, which made me uncomfortable and didn't help my mood. He also wondered why I was in a bad mood. Could he read emotions l...ke me? Hah! I believed I'd hidden my mood rather well. Hah, again. Obviously, my foul mood was shining like a beacon from a lighthouse."The Wrigley Mansion. I hear it's the best brunch in town."His announcement didn't brighten my spirits. I was underdressed for the Wrigley Mansion. Besides, arriving at the Mansion in the pickup would be. Two fingers slid in with ease, he sort of whimpered and thrust hard at my mouth. His breathing was deep and fast, I sucked and flicked my tongue as fast I could, but it was difficult as he was now fucking my mouth so hard. I was wanking myself furiously now, just holding off. There was no turning back now we both were beginning to lose control, we were seconds away from spunky heaven. I suddenly realised that didn't just want to feel and taste his glorious emission, I wanted to really. Jenna gulped it down as he was pouring too quickly, cold water splashing down her neck and breasts raising goose bumps. When she looked like she would stop, he grabbed her hair in a surprisingly strong grip and forced her to choke down the rest of the bottle."Good, well done, slut. We can start now," he smiled to himself, getting into the routine of a fantasy he had obviously replayed in his head many times.He squeezed a generous line of lube onto his palm and rubbed his hands together to coat. .." ... she wants more so soon..." ... Mistress Catherine is so lucky..."Sandy let these comments wash over her – adding to the feeling of her submission – making her more aroused.Sandy's breasts felt the effects of the crop next, as Mistress concentrated several blows on the tender flesh. Sandy felt tears rising to her eyes – tears that then spilled out as Mistress redirected her blows to Sandy's inner thighs.Mistress's crop now seemed relentless. Gone were the careful, spaced out crops that.