I begged to cum, but he gruffly said, “No, not yet.” Each thrust took me to new highs; a slow deep fucking that made me moan, and scream his nam.... Sometimes my head was being pulled up by my hair with my back arching, then my face was being pushed back down into the bed, making it hard to breathe. But each action took me higher and higher. I struggled not to cum. Then he pushed me up on the bed and on my back. Looking up at him, seeing the magnificence of my Master as he grabbed my thighs. Whether this demonstratesGod's sense of humor or Satan's is a matter for debate.Displayed on a stand in Marnie's room is The Dress. With its lacesleeves, its bodice tailored to make the most most of Marnie's lovelycleavage and trim waist, and the voluminous skirt floating on its manyunderlayers, is a thing of beauty and a tribute to the dressmaker's art.Marnie touches it often as we talk, her eyes alight, and I find myselfenvying her. Tomorrow she will be the star of the show, the belle of. Do you think you can arrange that?”“I’m not sure, but I’ll try…………..just to be clear, I am one of the two right?”“Of course you are. Anyway, on Saturday I think we should thank Sharon’s parents for taking her away from you for the week”“How are we going to do that?”“Have you got a key to their place?” I nodded “Good, we’ll go there and fuck on their bed, sofa and dining room table. That way whenever you are around there you can think back to the time you fucked me there”“That’s so bad. You are. She released my face and sat back. Looking straight into my eyes. “Are you ok?’ she asked? I managed a nod. ‘More’ is all I stuttered.She slid off the lounge kneeling between my legs. I sat up. Her lips found mine once again. This time much firmer, but still silky soft. She kissed and our tongues danced to their own beat. Her hands found my breasts and softly squeezed then her hand slid up under my shirt taking my breasts out of my bra. Her fingers worked my nipples until they were hard as.