I watched me draw closer to release, marveling that the intense sensations sweeping through my body were mostly hidden. I patted the aroused flesh bul...ing from my dripping pussy, toying with it, stroking it, harder and more firmly, until at long last my climax could not – would not - be bottled up any longer.I stood on my toes as I climaxed, letting it sweep through my body. I felt the walls of my pussy contract and release. My clit throbbed and pulsed. ¡Ay, Dios mío! As my orgasm sucked the. Scott lived with his grandfather Vern because his mother had died when he was younger and he never knew his father. Vern was 69, muscular with a barrelled chest full of gray hair. He was always dark tanned because he too was a swimmer and always worked in the yard without a shirt. He was an attractive man but never took the time to date. He and I got along great and he helped me with my swimming techniques. He used to walk around in just a speedo a lot because he was always in the pool. I. I had other plans which demanded privacy. So I grabbed her by her shoulder and pushed her down. She couldn’t figure out what I wanted and slipped from the chair and was on her knees.I grabbed her ponytails and pushed her down on the floor to be on all fours like a bitch. Then I gave her angry look to be like that and follow me.I grabbed her by her hairs and walked out of the room. She followed me on all fours like an obedient bitch. I guided her to my study room and shut the door. She was. Not upset at first, the Mistress went over to them and found out the slave had decided on his own to invite this second Mistress into his life for the sexual strap on experience and he would keep his original Mistress for the degration and humiliation. As she turned to scold him though, she noticed that every single Mistress had entered the room trying to figure out what was happening. The Mistress that owned the disobedient slave was so humiliated that her most loyal slave would do this that.