For the following forty minutes Tristan varied his pace and intensity. Having finally relaxed, my gratification also began scaling heights I had never...before known. The initial pain had been followed by numbness, and then an overwhelming stimulation started to develop as by backside finally embraced the fullness by his massive knob.The two things that delighted me most during this session were when he firstly, pulled my head to the side and started kissing me passionately, and then secondly,. He used continued pressure on my nipple to lead me over towards the desk, where I could see a tall stool off to one side. The stool was tall, like a bar stool, with a red leather cushioned top. The legs were heavy wood, slightly splayed. Once I stood in front of it, he gave my nipple one final sharp tweak, bringing tears to my eyes and a gasp from my throat. I felt his rough hands grab each slim lacy side of my panties and jerk them down out of my ass crack. “You won’t be needing these any. One hand ever so gently wrapped itself around his limp but still impressive cock. While her other began to massage his twin balls, so full of what she desired. Licking her lips she leaned forward to meet his already rising member. "Kara, honey what are doing? Ughhh?." A very groggy Jim had just awoken as her warm wet lips wrapped themselves around his eager cock. Whatever further questions he may have had for her were stolen from his thoughts as she began to lick and suck her way from tip to. " I whine in response, straining back against him gently."Ask for forgiveness then, slut." His voice breaks with this sentence. "You won't get fucked until you do." Please Master, please forgive me. It'll never happen again. Please Master?" I beg incoherently as he pushes me onto my back, him above me. He traces the head of his cock around my aroused cunt. "You're forgiven slut." He groans.I buck my hips eagerly against his cock, wanting him to fill me. "Please, please.." I beg helplessly.