“You’ve been a bad boy, but it looks like I can punish you again though,” he said with a wicked grin. By now Bruce was trying to pull out his kn...t and stretching my ass, I moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the knot finally left my slutty ass. Cum was leaking in a small dribble, only to be licked up by Bruce, being ever considerate to cleanup his mess. My sarcastic thoughts abandoned me though as soon as i felt that rough tongue start lapping at my ass, the rough almost sand paper. Over and over, three, four, five times she came, each orgasm stronger and longer, as I urged her on. Finally she told me she needed to rest and catch her breath.What was I doing to cause these massive climaxes? I was talking to her. What was she doing to make herself come like that. She was listening.Nothing else occurred. No touching, no tweaking, no fondling, no licking, and no penetration. No erogenous zones were actually stimulated physically. Her mind did it all. Well, she credits my voice. . we need to think of safety rules ... like how about rule three should be, 'all play stops when you say a safe word.'"Sarah shook her head violently. "Maybe in a Dominant and Submissive sort of relationship I would agree to having a safe word. But I'm not a sub, I'm your slave ... I will take whatever you can give me ... no abuse is too much."How did she know the difference? Was there a difference? "Um, Sarah, are you sure you know what you're talking about?" I asked Sarah nodded. "Yup, I. I peeled her tight pants off her amazing ass to reveal her perfect ass wrapped in a white lace boy shorts that was so tight it looked like part of her skin. She looked down at me in my boxer briefs, said "mmm u look like an underwear ad" and she turned and modelled her way to the pool. She walked down into the pool. I was so stunned by what was happening and cudnt believe I was with another man's wife, but I didn't want to stop myself and I went into the pool.We swam and talked and acted like.