Mistress friends start squirming in their chairs and Mistress tells them to remove their clothes, leaving only their underwear on…they are such a se...y pair, one blonde the other brunette, both eager and, Mistress has no doubt, very wet. Mistress orders Her slave to kneel between them again, facing them this time. Mistress guides Her slaves’ hand so that he has a hand on each of their knees… Mistress is standing just behind her friends, where he can see Her, watch for Mistress directions. Stepping around his front side, she stood on a small stool and rubbed her tits against his face, using her fingers to transfer her sweat and pussy juices to his moustache. When she finished, the juice was running down to his lips, and he was again moaning with excitement. The cruel wench laughed with delight, stepped off the stool, and stropped the whip on his hard cock while staring into his eyes. Her fingers ventured to her love button, and she watched the tears of frustration fall from his. He was a college freshman at the time, nicely built, strong shoulders and arms but hardly the typical UCLA jock. He had a way with words, which reminded her of Linda, and a gleaming two-wheeled import that would sweep any teenage girl off her feet with its powerful roar of an angry, thirsty engine. In the beginning she declined his invitations to go for a ride. Jim Tatum scared her somehow. On the other hand, she was curious as to what it would feel like riding on a bike like that, feeling the. ” “And laid,” Zak chuckled. Devon turned back to Zak. “Don’t really miss those days now that I’ve got Angel.” Zak sobered. “What does it feel like?” “What?” Devon frowned. “Love.” Devon’s eyes lit up brighter, his grin spreading across his inhumanly perfect face. “It’s the most beautiful feeling.” His gaze darted away briefly as he shook his head, midnight hair spilling over broad shoulders before he looked Zak in the eyes again. “I just can’t describe it. There aren’t words for it, Zak.” Zak.