“This is half-inch Lexan,” the Mistress explained. “The leather bonded to the handle area provides some padding and prevents it slipping from yo...r hand.”She tapped it lightly against slave wanda’s ass and said, “There is no real difference between this paddle and a similarly-drilled oak paddle... at least no difference that slave wanda can tell. But it is clear, which allows me to see slave wanda’s ass skin bulge up into each of these marvelous holes.”She stuck her finger through one of the. I was so close to my sister growing up. We shared a bedroom with our sisters and cousins, our extended families living in a single house in Palestine.“You’re the one that wished to grow a big, throbbing futa-dick,” she groaned, rubbing her fingers into my pussy, finding my clit.“I am,” I panted then grinned as she slipped to the floor. I looked at the washer machine rattling away. It’d drown out any noise we’d make. Our sleeping husband would have no idea that we were cheating on him with each. Most of our customers, they’re so happy to get a pair of lips around their cock, they wouldn’t know a ‘good’ blow if you spent all night giving tongue baths.“No, what I mean by good is - you’ve got to be quick. And you’ve got to be able to move around quickly. One night I had five cocks at once, all sticking through those holes like it was the most urgent thing in the world, and it was my job to agree with them.”“Five?” But there are only three walls, I was going to say, but Heather beat me to. I tell you this, how much my body craves you even as you fill me, and I feel you speeding up. Pushing into me as I ache for you. God, Fuck me. You remind me to be quiet, thin walls and lose lips are all around us.I’m so turned on I don’t care. You’re bringing me so close. God, what a wake-up. I can feel my pussy tightening around you, building as I get closer and closer to finishing. I want you to cum with me. I want to feel you swell and push into me as we finish together. I want you to push.