MISTRESS C slowly walked around me, in her right hand a scary looking riding crop. Suddenly, I began to fear that I would not be able to stand the int...rrogation for my identity. So far, most probably, I had presumed that I would be able to cope with the situation, especially since so far, I always had succeeded to convince other Prodommes to let me go. I am rather good to convince other people with words and arguments."From now onwards in my presence you will only speak when spoken to, or you. ”I walked to the house, arriving at about 6:30, Ichecked the camera/voice recording system, made surethe wine, snacks were in place. Kay arrived about 7:30and checked to make sure I was in the recording room.She then spent some time lighting candles and re-arranging pillows, doing things to make the place looklived in.I watched her on the cameras and listened to her as shemoved about, occasionally flashing a leg and smilingtowards the camera, knowing I was there.I didn’t need to be. Okay," Chris said, still trying to read my expression.We headed back on the dancefloor. Chris grabbed my head and we started kissing, while I ground up on him facing him. I was guessing his drinks must've finally been kicking in, because I felt a little tension rising from his pants. I looked down at the rising bulge and back at his eyes, then bit my lip."Ya know, Bryce said we could do it this time. Like we always wanted," Chris said. I knew what he was talking about. It was mainly his. Peter grabbed her breast roughly, his other hand on her hip, setting their speed. His face changed from pleasure to surprise, just as Emma sat up on her heels, giving them a perfect view of her young sex. Peter's hand gripped Emma's leg as he pumped harder, groans indicating his approaching orgasm. But Lauren was determined that she was going to come while split on his enormous cock, and stopped her pumping abruptly, leaning down to kiss his lips as she took all of him inside her. She leaned.