Sure enough I felt him harden, so I moved my hand opened his trouser top and unzipped him, then slid my hand inside his pants until I had his hard coc... in my hand. Slowly I started to masturbate him, he groaned and shifted so I could arouse him easier. “Ok Kev, it's my turn now”, I said. He looked disappointed that I had not taken him all the way, but he handed me the Penthouse, replacing my hand with his own. I lay back and thumbed through to my favourite section – not the pneumatic young. The air was cool in the bathroom and i quickly got out of the boots,corset and hood, laying them on the counter.The collar i laid on the towel rack, knowing i'd have to put that back on after i dried off.Inside the shower i turned the water on high and left it cold, the water soothing my aching body.Turning around i bent over and spread my ass cheeks, letts the cold water spray into and on my battered ,bruised and sore hole.i saw just a few drops of blood sluice into teh drain as the water. Most of the time I speak in French, unless absolutely necessary.The suite if amazing. It has four bedrooms, a dining room, living room, and kitchen. Everything is amazing. There is food all ready there, and everything looks like it has been made up just for us. It must have been Mr. Morison's doing, he is our agent.We all get settled in, the chauffeur, Brian, I think is going to become like one of the family, he is staying with us. Maybe the food, etc. was his idea. Peter has his own room,. They can break on their own.”“I know,” she said. “I’m okay.”To prove her point, she raised her petite body back up and again crashed down on my cock. My mind shattered in ecstasy.“Aaah,” I called out. “Mmm...just stay there for a minute,” I said, holding on to her hips.I maneuvered around underneath her and felt my cock seat fully into Celeste’s vagina. Her little cries of pleasure let me know that she was finally enjoying things.“How’s that?” I asked.“Ooooh,” she said breathily. “So.