This continued for several minutes until both Mistresses slowed thepace, finally stopping and pulling out. I felt a sense of relief forthe poor sissy ...lave, who was obviously being abused for my benefit,or should I say to scare the wits out of me, but my relief for her wasshort lived, as Mistress Black and Mistress White swap places, firstMistress Black entering her ass with one long violent thrust thenMistress White slowly forcing the shit covered dildo into the poorslave's mouth.Once Mistress. Throughout the caning, she continued to shout with pain and then groan with pleasure after each stroke. But she remained still, neither jumping up nor reaching for her bottom. For the twelfth stroke I had left a gap between the tenth and eleventh strokes, about halfway between the fig line and the tops of her thighs. “What do we know about the final stroke, Emma?” “It’s always the hardest, Sir.” I raised the dragon until it was behind my head, and then leading with my elbow I flicked my wrist. I caught the buttocks of Mukesh and squeezed them hard and cried in low voice, “I am coming… I feel so good… Mukesh . Please don’t sto... Fuck me hard… I am yours and will remain yours for ever… Please fuck me until the end of my life. Oh… Aaar ghhh….” I had a huge orgasm. However, this time, Mukesh did not stop. He did not let me rest. Mukesh was ramming his rod in and out of me. He was nearing his climax. I was also in complete rhythm with him. But then a thought struck me. I stopped him. His. We both rested for some time and I started some music. I asked her to dance with me and she accepted, slowly we started dancing and don’t know how like a trance we went to the bedroomWe were looking at each other’s eyes and somehow I got the courage and kissed her forehead. She was shocked for a moment but she reacted as if she also enjoyed my act which further encouraged me. I slowly started kissing her eyes, her cheeks, her ears, her neck and my little Johnny was making a tent in my trousers..