"You girls can have something if you want."Ryan didn't stop fingering us when Pat came back, and from the shocked look on his face it was clear that h... could tell what was going on. "Is there anything else I can get for you." he said, robotically, blushing deeply.Ryan slid his hands out from under our skirts and held them up so Pat could see the pussy juice glistening on his fingertips. "A couple more napkins might be nice," he told our now almost catonic waiter. "Oh, and maybe you can give me. I was led to the centre of the room and told to stand with my legs apart and hands on my head. Mistress took her favourite suede flogger and swished it a few times, inches from my body. Eventually she began on my back and then my tensed arse.Then she moved around to the other side and used it on her slut's breasts, my slave-ringed tits swinging with each blow. Finally on to my pussy, the flogger crashing down on my rapidly reddening cunt, the target being between slut's titanium rings.My body. It was on his twenty-third trip through the mall that he found the perfect non sexual, young girl, more than friend, birthday gift, a stuffed animal. Not just any animal, but a puppy, a beagle puppy, with his little red tongue hanging out the side of his mouth and a dog tag that said Happy Birthday! It was a sure hit!Henry woke Saturday to a slightly cool and cloudy day. With the exception of the major butterflies making themselves home within his stomach, things were pretty calm when He was. I got up on my knees, and followed him on my knees like his slave, as he sat on the sofa. I was ready for the job. I started sucking the leftover urine from his cock. I was licking his balls, sucking it, as he dick grew bigger and bigger. I placed the tool between my 34C breasts, and was pressing it in between, spitting on the glans, and licking it again and again. He was repeatedly asking to take his cock in my mouth, but I kept on teasing him with the boob job. Suddenly, he grabbed my hairs.