"Let me guess, you don't take it in the ass, because 'nice girls don't do that' and it's an 'exit only'. Nice girls don't cheat on their husbands with...their mates, either, do they? So get off your high horse and accept that I will do something that you would never dare, at least not with him. You probably only do that for the guys you fuck on the side."Can someone get me some lube, please? I'm horny now and want to get my ass fucked hard. I want Gwen to see it all. I want her to know how much I. The great room was large and expansive and it appeared to be bigger than the entire apartment that I shared with my roommate. The suite was elegantly appointed in a Parisian theme, and the Eiffel Tower and the millions of lights on the Las Vegas strip lit up the room. While I was enjoying the stunning view outside our window, I felt him move behind me.I turned to face him and his lips instantly fused with mine. We kissed passionately as we stumbled further into the suite, not breaking apart. Ken smiled and kissed his slave, then grabbed a handful of her thick, braided hair and pulled her roughly toward a wooden half-barrel. Her corset and arm bindings were removed with little consideration for the constriction her body parts had endured, and she was roughly bent backwards over the barrel by Gary and Ken. Her arms were secured above her head, and a tight belt cut into her lower stomach, forcing her back to arch with the barrel. Each knee had a leather strap wrapped just above it and. I remember how soft the cushions felt as we sunk into the sofa, and I vaguely remember the view as I glanced out the large picture windows, over the forest behind his home.Our faces were pressed together, our bodies clenched more closely, as our tongues duelled with each others. I gasped as I felt his hand on my breast, I could feel my nipple harden. Without thinking I dropped my hand on his lap, and could feel his erection. I stroked it through his pants for a minute, feeling it grow beneath.