Which sound was sweeter, a breath that had been stolen, or the one that was wedged sideways in her throat? You know the kind. It's the one where she s...cks in her breath, making that little inbound squeal. It then lodges there in her throat, unable to come out. What a sweet sound. It was hard to decide which one was the sweetest.The echoes of her broken efforts to breathe, rang in Catherine's head, as if she was still with Karen. The bed still smelled of their sex. Catherine continued to replay. I thought of something more I could do. I'd talk about it."You know, I jerked off this morning too. Just like this. I love masturbating."I looked at my cock again - "Do you like watching me do this? Do you want to see me make myself cum?"Yes."Good, I want you to see me when I squirt my sperm all over my belly."I let go of my cock and let it rest there. It bounced under its own weight. Watching her stare at my now very hard and shiny cock and balls. I wanted this to last.I grabbed my cock again. I stand and strike his face with a flat, broad palm. He is stunned but remains quiet. ‘You address me as Mistress, always. Now do you know who the fuck this is sucking your cock!’ With trembling lips my slave speaks. “Yes Mistress.’ ‘Who is she?’ ‘No one, Mistress.’ ‘So you let some no name whore suck your cock!’ I press the forward button seeing my slave with this other female ignites a jealous passion in me that is uncontrollable. I begin my punishment immediately. ‘Take off your. While she was doing this, I was pulling, tugging and twisting her pussy lips that were hanging down in front of me. Wanda climbed up onto the ledge of the tub, wiped the pipe clean started to warm up the pipe while she spread her legs open for me...as she hit the pipe I slid two fingers into her hole, quickly adding a third finger and a fourth, She kept the flame to the pipe, rolling it back and forth...I then started to work all my fingers inside her swollen pussy...I pushed a bit and got my.