She also sported a pair of nipple clamps and another on her clit. Linda sat on top of her, still clad in the dominatrix outfit and holding the leash.... The strap-on bobbed between her legs and bore no sign of its heavy use that day, having received a thorough tongue cleaning from Michelle after the anal rape had finished.Linda rode Michelle like a horse, pulling on the riding crop to indicate which direction to go. Whenever someone came in, she'd ride Michelle over to him, and take the crop. I turned to face him, my lips finding his, placing soft, tender kisses on his. Nibbling his lower lip then sliding my tongue into his mouth, tasting him as our tongues did a dance that lover’s only know. Our kisses grew more intent as our hands made love to each other’s body, exploring, feeling what each of us was doing to the other. I could feel the heat not only from the fire but also from deep within my wet pussy. I took Jack by the hand and lead him into the bedroom. Our lips melting. Leaving his vehicle on the side of the road, Simon went to the front door of the farmhouse and knocked. Shortly, a plump pleasant-looking black woman appeared at the door.“Is the man of the house at home?” Simon asked.“No sir he is out working in the fields, I’m Sugar, the maid. The Missus is here. Who should I say is calling?” she replied.“I’m the Reverend Simon Dye, sent on a mission by God to hold revival services for the local population,” Simon replied.“Oh my, I will get the Missus,” Sugar. "Quiet! I never want to hear excuses so that's one habit you'll have to quickly rid yourself of. If I want an explanation I will ask for one. Apologies are really all that you can offer without being asked. Now than, . I asked a simple question, now answer me!" At this point he's quite flustered and pauses a moment before asking, "I'm sorry ma'am but what was the question again?" She shakes her head side to side "forget it, you're lucky I drink it black." "Yes ma'am." He replies. She swings.