Much to my relief, instead for subjecting the swollen, bright red ripe fruits to more abuse, she held two ice cubes against them. At first painfully b...rning, the ice soon worked to provide some numbness and presumably reduce the swelling. But when she removed the rapidly melting ice and I looked down, I found it difficult to imagine that they could possibly have grown any larger.Attaching a leash to my collar, Mistress led her wobbly slave to a room unfurnished but for a small cage. Exhaustion. I’d handled hard cocks before but I hadn’t screwed them. I’d jacked off two of my boyfriends to keep them happy but I kept my girl covered and away from them. That was about to change. I reached for my cousin’s solid, heavily veined shaft and admired the dark purple, heart shaped head. As I stroked him I could imagine how it would feel slipping into my body, I was wracked with impatience. I looked up at him and smiled into his liquid hazel eyes and backed up to the bed. Chuck put a hand on. Then Donna appeared wearing stockings and suspenders, her usual seductive look, walked up to him and sat on the bed with him stood in front of her.As she kissed him she ran her hands over his body as I fondled my wife’s tits from behind, she undressed him completely except for his boxers which held an impressive shape, she stood up and snogged him, as she did he felt her tits and I rubbed her through her knickers, her moans told me she was close to orgasm.She motioned me to get in the mood and. My snatch clenched. Juices coated my bush. I squeezed my thighs tight, feeling my silky hairs while my tail wiggled faster.“So, you see how to do it?” I asked. “Because tomorrow night, you're going to help.”“Are you going to help tomorrow night?” Nathalie asked, glancing at me.I grinned at her. “I help every night!”Nathalie arched a narrow, blonde eyebrow at me. I smiled at her. She was maturing so fast, growing so confident in Master's harem. She had blossomed. That blushing, eighteen-year-old.