A slave in bondage is only supposed to cume when her master wishes. We both pretend this was his wish. Hank is holding the feather I mentioned earl...er. He touches it to my sensitive clit. Perhaps five minutes have passed before he does this. It feels to me like no time has passed. But some must have because my body responds again, my chamber refilled is now emptying again on the floor. I have no sense of time but Hank can tell when I'm again ready. The third time it only takes a touch on. I could feel the pressure building in my cunt. I knew this one would be bigger than either of the others…"Fuuuccckkkkmeee!" I screamed as the tsunami hit me like a freight train. Johnny must have sensed the force that this orgasm held, because just as it hit he pulled out and I squirted–I actually squirted–my pussy juice out onto the bed under me! Just like the porn stars in the movies, I really squirted. God, it was amazing! I shot two or three spurts into the air to land a couple of feet from. ..or so he thought. He was daydreaming about a tight corsette andsatin panties, when he felt her hands on his shoulders. He turned to faceher and his eyes opened wide in surprise. His dear friend and lover stoodbefore him, dressed as he had never seen her. His eyes met hers and thentraveled down, over the leather and chain halter, past the short leatherminiskirt and finally stopping at the 4 inch spiked heels on her knee highleather boots. As his eyes roved back up her body, his. You agree, you'll end up wherever I say you'll be. Can you live with that?" What about my room here?" It's yours as long as you want it. Three-fifty a week Willy says." Deal, but I don't work every day, I need time off to be a kid. And I still need to be home before my mom gets home. She works six days a week and has Sundays off. That ok with you?" The tail doesn't wag the dog kid. This isn't play time on the play ground. You wanna work or not? If you do, and if you want to make half like you.