"Fuck me," she sighed, then louder, "Fuck me! I want you inside me."My hands dropped from her breasts and I grabbed the waistband of her knickers, and...sharply pulled them down, revealing her gorgeous bare arse and eliciting a sharp gasp from her. I took my cock in hand. I was fucking HUGE for her. I pushed the head against her slit and rubbed it over her lips, feeling it push in as I spread her juices along them.She moaned quietly and I thrust into her, hard, deep. She tried to push back. Her back was to him. Her arms were folded across her chest. Emma was wearing a shirt. A man's shirt. His shirt. He walked up from behind and placed his strong arms tenderly around her waist. She jumped a little then settled her head back on his chest as his chin rested on her collar bone."Good morning," he whispered softly in her ear,"Good morning, love," she returned. "Thank you for our little tryst. It made me coming here with you worth it all." Emma turned in his arms and placed her arms. " You feel that that is sufficient for what you put me through thisweekend?" This slave will accept whatever punishment you feel is right. She wasonly suggesting one possibility." Very well, go start getting ready. I'll join you in a minute."She carefully extracted herself from me and ran excitedly to the'secret' bedroom. I joined her, and laced her into a corset. My armswere aching as I pulled the laces and tied them off when I felt that Icould pull no more. I dressed her in full slip and the. Now she had five young men helping her – one in front, one on each side of her and two behind. Mrs. felt quite puzzled at the meaning of the boys' gestures.Soon they reached the entrance to a shabby 2 storey brick building. A few windows were broken and the entrance was spray-painted with graffiti. A broken sign over the entrance read "...rec...center".Mrs. didn't like the looks of the place. Maybe it was the wrong place? She asked, "Inside? No." She showed them the paper with the address.