“If you want we can stay at a hotel – would that be easier?” my wife, Peggy, suggested.“Don’t be ridiculous!” It will be fun – like a re...l sleepover. What do you say?”“Okay – if you’re sure it won’t interfere”“No, it’s all set up. I even have clean sheets on your bed. It’s a bit tight in there with two beds in the room, so if you can unpack and throw your stuff into the drawers of the dresser, that will help big time.” I looked over at Peggy and she was nodding in agreement as she was already. "Good girl. But if it happens again you won't be tasting this anymore today." You enter my mouth again but this time you slide right to the back of my throat as I struggle to maintain my position. I gag, but you push through, forcing my head down as much as you push yours in. You fill my hole so completely that I can't breath for what seems like eternity before you slide out to give me a quick reprieve. Then in again, faster and harder. My eyes are closed tight, tearing and my head is swimming. “Welcome back,” he said, gently and bent down to kiss my lips. I smiled weakly up at him then turned my head towards Brad, who was sitting next to Master. They both looked after me, Master running his hand through my hair while Brad massaged my feet. I’d never felt so treasured, so loved. They didn’t rush me – I knew I could have stayed on that sofa for as long as I needed to, but before long a new urge awoke in me. I wanted – needed – to thank Master and Brad for my incredible punishments.. The various couples on the dance floor chose this moment to either leave the floor, or clutched each other and began to shuffle and sway.Lara looked at Ben, trying to gauge his expression, then stepped close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Ben's face was blank, and his body wooden, but after a moment he put his arms around her and rested his hands on the small of her back. She rested her head against his shoulder and sighed. Even though they were here for the most unromantic.