.. thanks..." stammered Jack as he tried to recover.Denise gave him another quick kiss and rolled over to climb out of bed. Jack caught her arm as she...went to sit up."Just where do you think you're going?" he asked."To take a shower," she replied, "I can't go to your graduation smelling like a whorehouse." Just a second," Jack grinned pulling her back to his side, "I haven't gotten the chance to make you smell like a whore yet."Denise giggled as he rolled over on top of her and began gently. Unimaginable.” “What do you mean, master and slave?” I asked. “Well, I believe the lifestyle it called…..BDSM? Where a person, often a woman, willingly accepts to act like a slave…often sexual slave…. to a master, usually but not always, a man. Do you want me to google it and show you?” Salma asked pointing at her computer. “No, that’s OK. I understand.” I said “Please continue.” “So Mr. Tariq ordered your wife to seduce Mr. Balram, and she did it. By wearing increasing fewer clothes, from what. Think of this as a catered lunch." He then began to push the full length of his cock into the mouth of his unwilling victim. Soon it was entirely buried between her lips. The public hair sc****d her nose and his heavy balls rested on her chin. He then began to move his cock in and out. It filled Sandra's mouth and made her jaws ache when he put all of it in her. He held her head and began to fuck her mouth roughly. "That's it bitch, suck it. Run that sharp tongue of yours around the head.". "Not so fast, babe…" Came his whisper in my ear. His weight lifted from me, momentarily freeing my legs.Before I could react, his hands were on my hips, turning me over until my back was pressed against the satin sheets. The night air felt cool against my bare tits. I could feel the cord which bound my wrists to the headboard twisting with me. Still blindfolded, I could not see him. Then he was back over me, grabbing my ankles and spreading them wide, two muscled thighs pressed between mine.I.