She used those tits now, drenching them in the hot oil and wrapping them around his foot, massaging his legs. Her hair tickled his balls when she was ...ear the top of each leg. She moved around the table and leaned over his head from behind, swabbing his cheeks against her tits. He stuck out his tongue to catch a taste of her, and she didn't tell him to stop.She moved back to his legs, tugging them apart and using her hands on the inner muscles. She had him bend his legs, knees in the air as she. “I’ve seen you run,” she said, still smiling, “and I knew you couldn’t run for shit.” Her face hardened and her voice became rough as she continued, “And I knew that despite now being a slave, 359 is as competitive as hell. So, I did a first-last bet. Everyone thought that because she was a degraded Mistress, she wouldn’t try. And they thought that because you were a male, you would run faster... or at least wouldn’t lose ” She laughed slightly again before saying, “I knew better.”I knelt there. A little later, I heard them beginning to clean up so I did the same, placing some towels on my bed to soak up the squirt juices. We all then proceeded to go to bed. The next day, I went to a sex shop and bought my first dildo and my first vibrator. My pussy tingled when I selected them, excited to try them out later that evening. The air conditioning in the house had messed up sometime throughout the day, so the other couple went and got a hotel room because they couldn’t stand the heat and. After a while I started liking it, moaning, and pushing back onto it, so she got what I thought was a bigger dildo, but later found out it was a buttplug. After a long time of being ordered to fuck it, she finally forced it passed the point of no return and in it slipped. To start with I was racked with pain at the intrusion, and her voice changed, from stern and demanding to soothing, stroking my lower back, telling me just a little longer. After a while it felt good. There was no pressure,.