‘Lyn, can I touch you? Arrange an arm or leg to suit the pose.’ She turned and looked at me. ‘If you need to, remember I’m trusting you on thi....’ Her easy answer had me doubting myself, the beauty of her near naked body was so tempting that to touch her might drive me to far, she’d be temptation enough even for a saint. ‘Right, let’s try asking first, can you move your left hand a little higher, and curl you left leg around a little more.’ ‘Is this ok?’ she asked, adjusting her position, ‘Yes. Whoopie! Food fucking, don'cha just love it?" I leaned in close to her and Joanne took my cock in hand and fed it to her mouth."Mmmmmmm." Her tongue was... what do ya call it? Artistic? Yeah, that's the word. Swirling around my knob, lapping up the banana and nursing my sensual tendrils as she squeezed my balls just right, no pain, real careful there, kinda ticked them a little. Then she tugged me closer to her allowing her tongue to roam a little further afield, for as she played with one. ”Yes Master,” she said as she hopped up on the bed and knelt over the man who she figured was a slave from the club. Michael then thrust a dildo into her pussy, fucking her aggressively with it until she was dripping wet and panting. "Suck his cock, whore." Michael ordered.Without hesitation, she reached down and took his cock into her mouth and started to suck him into her throat. She then thrust her hips backward to meet Michael trying to show him her need. The pressure from being fucked so. She pushed her humid crotch at my thigh as she had before and I could feel the soft flesh mould itself to my bare leg.At my direction we backed up shuffling across the kitchen floor, still welded to one another. Her butt came to rest against a worktop. I bent my knees, gripped her on the hamstrings and lifted her up onto the smooth wooden surface. Immediately her thighs parted, both her arms met behind my head and we resumed kissing as my throbbing cock got crushed up against her groin. She.