She bucked and squirmed beneath me as I brought my clawed fingers closer and closer to her throat. I would rip out her life before her Las-damned pois...n overcame me.My left arm pulsed with pain. The wound swelled. My skin felt overripe around it. I ground my teeth together, heaving against her arms. My claws came closer to her flesh. Her throat throbbed with her heartbeat. Her life pumped through her veins.“I'll bury you with your master,” I snarled as my claws brushed her throat. I drew a line. The Mistress indeed does watch from the balcony, dressed in a sheer nightgown, her hands softly caressing her own body as she imagines the sensations their Slave is privy to. She bends low over the balcony rail, pressing her breasts to the smooth, cold concrete surface, watching the scene below and sighing softly as she spreads her legs and gently pleasures herself.The slave moans and gasps with pleasure as her full, raw breasts slide across the sharp little blades of grass, her skin tingling. Sarah was breathing very heavy and he look in her eyes said take what you want. I pulled her panties down and finger fucked her to an orgasm to just show who was in control. Sarah managed to remain standing up leaned on me when she could not hold it any longer and she exclaimed ‘oh fuck’ and orgasmed on my hand looking me in the eye. After a few minutes as I held my relator close we kissed and I said would she like to go somewhere maybe back to my motel room and finish the discussion about. Holding my drink in both hands I leaned forward and looked my wife in the eyes. I said baby this is going to be hard for me to say to you. She crossed her legs causing the already short skirt to move up her thigh to the point I could almost see her panties. She leaned back in her chair and displayed extreme confidence, go ahead she said. I looked down at my glass and said well, you are the most beautiful woman I could wish for and I've been having naughty thoughts about you. She smiled and said.