He found himself being moved backwards by Alex and he hit the wall. She gripped his waist and thrust her own against it, using the wall to her advanta...e, the pressure on the skin surrounding her moistening clitoris more intense than she anticipated. Eventually, tired of interfering cloth, Alex stepped back and released the fasten in her towel and dropped it to the floor. Andy gaped at her still-wet body, glistening in the candlelight. She seemed infinitesimally more sexy now than she had when. I looked up in panic to protest..."I can't."He smiled reassuringly at me, "I know you are not allowed to give me a real blowjob. Just simulate one. My friends will give you a big tip."He then pushed my face towards his crotch and I felt his dick through his pants. For some strange reason, my mouth watered and I began to kiss his dick through his pants. I left a great big wet spot. He encouraged me to continue so continue I did. After several minutes, I tasted some salty sticky substance through. You know that right? I asked.She became shy, smiled and said, let’s go, I haven’t seen your terrace.Shanno, you are sure you need the underclothes, will unnecessarily get wet if it rains, I asked in all seriousness. Shanno was caught unawares. Too abrupt a question. I am essentially telling her to take off her bra and panty. I pressed the advantage. Keep them on the bed or on the carpet, alright? And come barefoot, ok?The abruptness and the authority did the job. She said ok, with an. ” Almost as soon as the words left his lips, Steven knew he had fucked up. He was well aware of my opinion about the word slave and he looked like a deer caught in headlights fearing for his life. “Submissive, I’m sorry Mistress, I meant to say submissive. I apologize. I didn’t mean to . . .”I immediately allayed his fears. “That’s quite alright, Steven, I know it was nothing more than a mere slip of the tongue, just the common use of the word in a BDSM context. Relax. I know you weren’t.