It was midnite. Don BBC was hard as a rock, sitting next too me as I took a hit off the rush, he grabbed the bottle in one hand, his other hand grabbe... the back of my head, get on your knees putting me ass up, still pink from my paddling, and SPLAT that Oak Paddle first hit was a good one. I looked Back it was Nick with that Grin on his face showed me, his foot long of man meat all lubed fat head n ready. Don gave me a hit of poppers, then back down deep, as Nick gave my Bare Bottom 9 more hard. I continued my process and at a point reached her chest part I told her to go on her back and she agreed.. My massage of back is my finishing move.. Going down her spine and she was feeling like liberated from bondage of life.She then explicitly told me to massage her boobs to which I said you’ll need to remove your bra or i will not massage because I can’t do it with clothes on.. Without thinking for a moment she removed her bra and it was like to Mellon’s in front of me… I grabbed her. ”By the time I stepped out of the restaurant, the entire table I’d been sitting at smelled like sex, so I ducked out as quickly as I could. I got anxious at the thought of getting back to my limousine, because I had a few things tucked away in there that would help me work out my dirty thoughts.“How was your meal, Ms. Jones?” asked Donovan, as I stepped into the car. I’d told my driver that he was too formal, multiple times, but he insisted on calling me that.“Fine.”“Am I taking you straight. As I pushed my tongue in and out of her moistening pussy, I couldn't help but get emotional. I felt my chest become heavy and the urge to cry overtook me. I didn't know if it was because of how quiet and dominant she was being, or because how sexually denied I was. It had been so long since my pussy was licked or toyed or anything. The thought of having Mistress' fingers thrusting inside me, pushed tears from my eyes. I tried to focus as hard as I could on worshiping the anonymous woman's.