But I don't know... if I can cum like this... but I don't want to stop... it feels so good." Do you want me to help you?" Rachel asked."Yes," Monica g...oaned, "Please... please help me cum... please help me..." Straddle me again," Rachel directed as she brought her legs back together.Monica obeyed, sitting back a bit farther so Rachel could finger her pussy. As she did this, Rachel opened the bottom dresser drawer beside her and pulled out her 10" dildo. Monica's eyes were still closed, trying. I made sure she was on all fours with her head in Master’s lap and her backside raised, giving me free access to her. Allowing her to use her left hand to support herself I took her right hand and placed it gently around Master’s cock. Gently I pushed her head down, forcing her to accept his cock in her mouth. She tried to turn her head and look at me, a disgusted look on her face.“With your permission Master, I would like to speak to X” I whispered softly. I would never normally speak without. I walked in and started taking my clothes off. One by one, each article fell to the floor until I was standing there in nothing but a smile. I went over to Rachel and straddled her tan body and leaned over, my breasts falling on top of hers. I tilted her head back and started to kiss her. She was a great kisser. Her tongue swirled around mine and it was as if our mouths were made for each other. I felt a hand on my ass, Roger had gotten behind us. He had one hand focused on my pussy and one on. .. and a curt smile which echoed that of the women he’d been masturbating over. His semi-flaccid cock boned to a full erect again as she spoke.“Clay? ... Eric Clay? ... photographer?” He looked cautiously either way out from the door, checking no-one else was with her; she looked so officious, and he was a little suspicious at first, that she was from some authority, his seedy reputation often brought to the attentions of the law, by the more staid members of society ... he’d soon find he was.