His lash paints the picture of his desire. With each strike my body turns to liquid fury. My need only stilled by the needs of my master. He increases...his intensity; I can feel the reins of his control slipping. Like a moth to the flame, I bathe in his warmth. Even in the darkness, he calls to me, never allowing me to hide from him. He owns me; I am his above all else. He gives a rapid cadence of strikes to each breast, my cries tearing from my throat. My heart beats fiercely, my need almost. " "No I'll show you I don't mind." I got up and laid face down on the sofa. It was much softer than my bed. "Do you usually do it with your pants on?" He asked. "No I always pull them down, like this." I got up, pulled down my shorts and undies again, not ashamed at all and laid back down, humping." He was looking but not making me uncomfortable. It was becoming very erotic. I had only meant to show him quickly and sit back down, but he didn't seem to mind so I began to move with more energy.. And then reality returned. Mr Everett pulled his organ from my mouth andwiped it, slowly and deliberately, on my lips and cheeks. "Good girl," hesaid, breathing heavily. Behind me there was a slurping sound as hissister pulled her strapon out of me, the muscles in my ass clenchingreflexively as the invader was expelled. I glanced around and wasastonished at how long the dildo looked. Had I really taken all that?Miss Everett caught my look and laughed. She was still sweat-streaked andpanting. I am used to shopping for bargains at closeout sales.’ ‘Look across the street and tell me what you see.’ ‘Saks of 5th Ave. why do you ask?’ ‘Because that is your second stop.’ ‘What else could I possibly need?’ ‘Mrs. Blair prefers their selection of European clothing. You will meet Antonio who will ask you to take off all your clothes. Don’t worry about him. He is gay. He wants to assure you have the correct underwear for every outfit and the correct amount of hair removed for very skimpy.