."He slapped her lightly across the face, and she stopped thrashing her head around and looked at him. "Ask me."Pinned by his gaze, she choked out, "P...ease—touch me again, Master!", and then he watched her eyes widen in alarm as he slowly brought his hand down to her spread open crotch. When he was millimeters away she lost it, bucking, wringing her hands in their cuffs behind her back, and whimpering, and the feeling of power that rushed through him was intoxicating. God, he loved this, having. He laughed cruelly. “Good, I believe you. That means no one knows you’re here.” The realization of that flared in her eyes and he laughed again. T spoke again, “what are you going to do with her?” Garrison reached down and ripped her shirt open. “I’m going to keep her.” With one large hand he grabbed her bra right in the middle and yanked. It cut into her back and one shoulder before ripping away from her. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a kennel bitch.” Brenda’s face was. She grinned as she sat and then fell back and I knelt and opened her legs.I looked at her pussy and then felt it and finally leaned forward and licked. She sighed and ran her fingers through my hair. I licked and pushed my tongue into her and then nibbled and sucked. She still had her maidenhead and I used a finger and slipped it into her. I murmured and then pulled my finger out and stood.She wiggled back and turned on the bed and I followed and moved over her. I used my knees to spread her. ” John’s head popped up like a Jack-in-the-Box that had been wound to the point of exploding. “What? Are you telling me she was topless?” “Uh-huh. She titty-fucked him right there in front of all of us. And damn was it hot!” “No wonder you’re so slopping wet.” John knows just how much of a voyeur I am. He’d taken advantage of that fact on many occasions, like the time we sat in a restaurant, and John picked out a particularly amorous couple. He made up a whole story about how they fucked. With.