The truth was I did not had a name on my mind but I was horny as hell, sex yes, with who was not important at that moment (which doesn’t mean I woul... fuck every guy at La Macarena: I found myself still to be very picky!) I was also thirsty and hungry and wanted to enjoy the evening. As usual we were the last to arrive for the aperitif. When the couples saw us arriving I got approving looks. The Dutch and Spanish guy where also near and after we got more “physically acquainted” in the afternoon. There was no question that I was going to follow his orders. But part of me still felt a little of the anger and didn’t want to make it easy for him. First he thought he had a say in what I look like, and now he just wants me to submit. “No!”. “Ah, whore, we both know that you want it, and that you are going to do it. Take your shirt and your bra off. Now.”.I was shivering of excitement but I just couldn’t yet. I am a strong and independent woman, I thought. “No! First you are rude and now you. Leaving bruises, and then, gradually, the bruises evolved into thin red and purple stripes. Her guttural, pained moans and sighs into the gag became high pitched squeals and shrieks like a stuck pig or a dog that had been stepped on. The temperature of her body had fully evaporated the water she had been doused with, but she was now dripping in sweat. Master pulled out one last cane, and 57 cried softly, sobbing as she watched him wield his favourite, stroking its length appreciatively. It. "Daffney... AAAAAHHHH... PLEEEEAAASE!" Amy moaned, as Daffney continued her sweet torture. "You want me to taste you." Daffney asked, as she pulled away from Amy's now very erect nipple. "YES... God yes." Amy screamed. "Ok... then get on your hands and knees." Amy complied and got into position. "Good girl... just.