Jen put her knees up and spread her legs nice and wide, exposing her soaking wet hole to the air. She took the screw driver and rubbed her hot pussie ...ith the handle end. Electric shocks of pleasure surged through her body as she rubbed her soaked pussie with the hard screw-driver. After a bit more time of rubbing that hard handle up and down her sensitive, wet pussie; she lined up the tip of the handle with her waiting love tunnel. She slowly began to slide the handle into her wet, hot pussie.. It was always a fun holiday for them and their slaves to enjoy.Now you must be thinking why would a Mistress and a Master be a couple? They’re both dominant people. Nobody in the relationship wants to be a switch. They both have their slaves to play with.Mistress Rebecca was having three of her best slaves come for the extravaganza. Master Dan had three of his best sluts coming too. The slaves have never met the other slaves. Mistress Rebecca didn’t want the slaves fucking around together. They. We don’t really talk or anything outside of work. She’s a great person, but we don’t really have a lot in common.”“Oh, ok, so who?” Jess asked, confused. Emma nodded toward me.“Aaron,” Emma said flatly.“Huh?” Jess and I said in unison.“You have both been amazing friends to me and amazingly supportive. And I want both of you to be there for me for my wedding,” Emma said.“Em,” I said, “I am, uh, flattered and all, but you know I’m, like, a guy? I mean, I’m pretty sure you’ve seen, and played. She had lost her rhythm and slowed down, a puzzled look in her eyes before she picked up speed again, now actively trying to drive him crazy with the way she shifted around, squeezed her pussy lips together in random intervals and stared into his eyes with the gaze of a demoness trying to lure him into the abyss.The abyss came quick in the form of his dick falling into spasms when neither of them was ready yet, his cum pulsing into her pussy embarassingly quickly and making her fall into his.