Her hand smooths over my chest and down. I raise a sceptical eyebrow as her hand travels still further, tracing her fingers over the arrow of my hips,...teasing my abdomen, just out of reach. I feel my cock jump just slightly, her touch arousing me without much effort.My eyes close, rolling back as her hand eventually trails beneath the sheets, over the length of my steadily engorging cock. She chuckles as I groan, my hips lifting towards her hand as her fingers wrap around my length, moving. "When are you going to take me home and fuck me?'In moments, Steve had paid the bill and found a taxi. Steve gave the address of the hotel, and Sara said, "I'd really rather go to my place, Steve. It's less dangerous for me. If Jefferson sees me like this, and with you, it's bye-bye job.'Steve put his arm around her and drew her to him, kissing her deeply, his hand first on the bare breast within her blouse, fingers twisting her nipple, then reaching deeply between her thighs, a finger rubbing. . Mistress...” “Who by?” “I... don’t know their names, Mistress... Lady Tavia had two male slaves sent in ..” “Two, eh? So you’ve already been fucked twice.” “Yes, Mistress.” “Well, let’s make it third time lucky,” said Miralda. “Leo can fuck you while you tongue me. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” “Oh yes, Mistress.” Miralda thought Karena’s reply sounded almost genuine. She was certainly coming along nicely. The constant threat of the Treadmill, the strap, the rod and the martinet were. I watched as Tara’s eyes slowly went wide as she realized what an impressive quantity of pee was thundering out of Dan. The stream seemed to go on forever. Tara’s amazement turned to amusement. She held a wet hand in front of her mouth and giggled and giggled and giggled.When he finally stopped peeing and flushed the toilet, Tara stopped giggling long enough to call out to Dan.“Sheesh! You must have a bladder the size of a football.”I heard Dan chuckle. The sound of splashing water told me he.