His hands gently squeezed my full, natural breasts. His smooth, warm flesh brushed against my body as he gently lowered the straps of my gown. He slow...y lowered his mouth to my breasts while he cupped them with his hands. He then kissed, licked, and sucked my breasts. My fingers played with his hair as I moaned and groaned. His lips then went up to my neck, kissing me there. I enjoyed the feel of his body heat with my body. He then moved his hands down to my hips. He slowly took off my red lace. .use the slut,” Piss-Master offered.Cock Master came up behind me, tied his sweaty boy-beater around my eyes as a blindfold and dragged me by my collar to the center of the living room where he pushed me back to my knees.“Open wide cocksucker,” he ordered.In seconds my mouth was flooded with his piss, and I realized the other Master was correct. i was addicted to it, i swallowed it mouthful by mouthful, wanting even more when his stream became a dribble. Some had dribbled over my lips onto the. Main dheere-dheere lund ko apne muh ke andar-baahar karne lagi aur usko apni thook se geela karne lagi. Fir lund ka namkeen swaad khatam ho gaya aur ek ajeeb sa mazedaar taste aane lag gaya. Ab maine lund speed se choosna shuru kar diya aur Amit halki-haki siskiya lene laga.Lund chooste hue mujhe uske jhoolte hue tatte dikh rahe the. Maine lund muh se nikaala aur uske bade-bade tatto ko choomna-chaatna shuru kar diya. Fir maine uska ek tatta muh mein daala aur zor se uski chuski bhari, jisse. Those clamps were discipline and the hurt was horrific and not sexual at all. I was on my knees then; unsure of how I got there. Gasping and panting, with my wrists behind my back, the tension between the two clips was unbearable. I tried in vain to bring my shoulders forward and ease my suffering. His calm words and sure hands soothed me through the worst of it. Calling me his bitch, his whore, his pain slut, stoking the flames of my devotion until I accepted his correction. Rubbing my face.