The previous spit marker vanished, and his pulsating head opened her throat. His sister's eyes bulged, and tears ran down her cheeks. He followed the ...urve of her back to her butt and wished he could hold it.Air rushed past Deana's lips, and he sank further into her mouth. Her convulsing throat stroked his dick top, and her teeth tightened on the thickness of his shaft. She backed off slowly, increasing the power of her suck as she went. Her eyes never stopped staring him down. He couldn't. As we stair at our naked bodies, we can’t help but feel the arousal as we walk to the tables and await our side by side massage ever thinking of what next will happen.The technicians enter and what seems to be a blink of an eye one hour passes by, looking at each other as they leave the room allowing some privacy for us, we both feel refreshed and limb from the release of tension. A sexy smile still on your face we slowly roll off the tables our body shimmering in massage oil. In the shower. She then took an ostrich tickler, and began to tickle my stomach. She moved the tickler to my cock and balls. I became erect.“You don’t have permission to get hard”, and struck my cock with the flogger.She grabbed a bucket of ice, took an ice cube, and rubbed it on my cock. More pain. She moved the ice to my nipples, then my stomach, then the soles of my feet. She removed the restraints.“Get up. Bend over”.She handcuffed me, then took a paddle and began to paddle my ass. The nipple clamps. "Anyway, we all know that you were doing most of his work lately so it really shouldn't affect us. Just carry on as normal. Oh and bring the bid to me when its done so that I can ensure it suits our needs."I felt my anger rising. Mark Thomas was a slimeball. He was about 24, tall and handsome and so full of himself that there wasn't room for anybody or anything else. He wasn't fit to lace Richard Greaves' boots. All he was concerned about was how Richard's death affected him.I didn't answer. I.