They were all stroking their own cocks and getting very excited at our performance. After my Master had pounded me into our explosive orgasms, the cam...ra focused on all the other Masters jacking off into their own sex slave’s mouths. All the sex slaves seemed to enjoy the mutual attention of their Masters and being able to serve them in any capacity they desired. I saw a few Masters with one than one slave and watching the two a****ls fight over their cocks made me very horny.I began to feel. She moved closer to me as she took my left arm and put it under her body. Then with one fluid movement, she put her left leg over both of mine, put her arm over my chest, propped herself on her right elbow while she looked into my eyes. I watched as she lowered her face closer to mine. As her lips touched mine, I closed my eyes and put my hands on her head to pull her to me. She was smothering me with kisses so passionate, I felt the walls of my pussy respond. I barely noticed that she had. "Please," Sara begged."Please, what?" Mrs. Anderson asked."Please ma'am. May I come now?" Not yet bitch," Mrs. Anderson said. She removed her fingers from the young housewife. "What's your answer slut? Are you going to be my bitch?" Oh God," Sara groaned. "Yes - yes ma'am." I'm going to test you. You have no idea how I'll test you." Yes ma'am. Please ma'am. I need to come. I need it bad." Sara's legs trembled. She ached with need. ". . .so bad."Mrs. Anderson rolled the young woman's clit around. Too late I realized my slip-up. ‘I – uh – oh…’ That drew a giggle from her. ‘Don’t worry,’ she assured me, ‘nobody has heard that with the music blaring like that. I think it’s cute.’ She bit her lip and tilted her head, getting that mischievous look I knew so well, and that suddenly made my knees weak. She was about to say something, but she took her time. ‘You know, it would probably be nice if you kept that up tonight.’ ‘You mean – ugh,’ I started to feel a bit dizzy. Granted, there would.