The two hands continued to fondle and stroke her breasts as his kisses moved lower ... down her neck ... warm, wet kisses down the middle of her chest...... the tongue trailing across her stomach ... teasing her navel ... and then toward her ultimate prize ...Finally, his chin grazed her scant pubic hair, and he grasped a few strands with his lips and tugged them gently. She lifted her sex for him. "What do you want?" he asked. "Lick me, fuck me ... do anything" she gasped. "I don't think you're. It looks like a Turkey is being stuffed. The girls try to groan, scream, cry and grunt, but the ball gags in their mouths prevent sound from fully coming out. ‘I look forward to seeing who is a squirter and who is not,’ I remark. The guests become comfortable and the wine makes them brave, we talk normally, as if girls are not being masturbated on the table. Some of the guests place their wine glasses on the girls stomachs, other who are more adventurous pour wine onto their bellies and lick it. "Give her a kiss, and prove to her how much you love her," I whispered.They began making out, as I put my fingers in between my wet pussy lips. I began masturbating, and I eventually laid down right next to them. They both kept their eyes on each other, and just made love for about twenty minutes straight. It was unclear how long he could keep from cumming, but they seemed to be willing to find out. They both wrapped their arms around each other, and began to roll over. They rolled away from. ?Suck it bitch, suck my cock again?. His cock once again disappeared into her mouth. His hand wrapped up in her hair. She sucked him for about ten minutes before he pulled her off. ?Stand up?, he told her. ?To the bed? he ordered. She quietly complied. He reared back and brought his hand down across her exposed ass. She jumped and yelped. ?When I give you an order bitch you will answer me as Yes Master? he exclaimed to her. She knew that she fucked up and deserved her ass to be slapped. ?Yes.