Suddenly his hands rested on her bound hands and he began to guide her to the puffee. She had been guided there many times before; lain across it many...times before; had her skirts raised many times before; had her panties stripped away from her many times before and felt the cruel stripes of punishment many times before. But that had always been by her husband; the only man who had ever seen her intimately before; the only man who had touched her intimately before; the only man who had used. ?Oh, God, Master John, please,let me do that for you.? I knew better than to move from my place, but my mouthwas open and my tongue was searching for his fingers. ?Very well, slut, you may have ataste. He ran his fingers over his erection again and then let me suck them, ashe did so his other hand was getting covered as well, he was so excited hecouldn?t leave himself alone. ?John, move away.? MissSamantha?s tone was strict and Master John scuttled backwards. ?Yes, Mistress.? His wife. That gets my attention. With few exceptions, fireworks are illegal in the state of Washington. Retreat seems like a wise move under the circumstances so I turn and head down the stairs with as much dignity as I can muster. When I arrive at my apartment, I pull a dictionary off the desk in my bedroom and look up the word ‘troglodyte.’ Mister Webster provides several definitions, none of them flattering. The most likely one she was applying to me is ‘a person of degraded, primitive, or brutal. It sent such wicked thrill through me. Her tongue had such a unique and wicked feel. Another orgasm shuddered through me. My pussy spasmed so hard about Sven's cock as he rammed into me.Pleasure hammered my mind. Wonderful, beautiful, delicious pleasure. It was a delight to experience. Her tongue fluttered around his shaft as he plunged into my snatch. My body shuddered against him. “Sven!” I howled.“Yes, yes, fuck her hard, Master!” Zanyia yowled. She purred as her tongue fluttered across my.