"Yeah?" I said as bit confused, i wasn't catching on."I brought you backstage because i thought you were really hot. You have a boyfriend?" Justin mur...ured as he brushed his finger from my ear down my jawline."No boyfriend." I replied with surprise in my voice."No boyfriend huh? Well, that's satisfying to hear" Justin murmured as if he was reminiscing with himself or someone else and i wasn't even in his presence."How come?" I asked."Because, that means I can do whatever I want to you." Justin. My pussy wanted to be filled with something hard and thick. My nipples were crying out to be sucked and licked. My mouth watered for something to suck. I was surprised to find myself thinking that at that point I didn’t care it was cock, tit or pussy, but I HAD to have something in my mouth. ‘Do you want me to lick you?’ Master asked as Mistress moaned and thrashed on the floor in front of Alex, Tristan hungrily lapping at her box. ‘Yes, Master…oh god yes…please lick me…lick my pussy.’ Master. He readily agreed. As he didn't have very far to come, I filled the ten of fifteen minutes I had to wait working my way through a bottle of red wine. Never being a big drinker, by the time Tony arrived I was beginning to feel a bit light headed so it was a relief to get out into the cold night air as we went out to the car. On the trip back home we made idle small talk, I said nothing of Peter's "misdemeanor". Arriving home I asked Tony in for a coffee, and was mildly surprised when he accepted. Miss Stevens frigged the blonde roughly with her fingers, spreading her labia, making her pussy gape and gush its wetness. She twisted her hand and rubbed her thumb tip over the blondes swollen pussy lips, and between them to search out the hard bud of her clitoris beneath the clamped hood. She pushed a third finger into the blonde and spread them wide within her. “Oh fuck!” the blonde screamed. “Ahh!!!!” Her entire body went stiff as the length of the crop lashed against her tight stomach.