He massaged the labia, tugging on them and then returned to a massage of the swollen, throbbing clit. His caress ended abruptly and he brought his fin...ers up to my lips. I licked them clean. I licked his palm and felt the knotted tails of the cat on my warm ass. I tensed and drew in my pelvis instinctively. I remembered the last time Master had used the cat on me. He had beaten my back, bass, thighs, tits, calves and the bottoms of my feet with it. My nipples had been tender for days afterward.. Her gaze was fixed out the window, seemingly into the neighbors driveway, but she could have been a million miles away. The kids were gone for the weekend…his with friends, hers with her mother. The day wore thin, the sun started to sink lazily into the horizon, and the glow through the window seemed to set her copper hair on fire. He took her in…relished the fact that he could look at her while she was so unguarded. Her face seemed long gone, lost in the daydream, except for that damn lip. It. "That," she said snappily to the mirror, ought to do for the sex-machine nuts."She then caught a cross-town cab for the office of Masters McClain. The day, for this young woman at least, had just barely begun.Though Masters McClain was waiting for her in his office at seven o'clock, he only saw her briefly. He instructed her to report to Mr. Cubbings immediately for a briefing on the performance."By the way, Miss Morgan," the dwarfish technology magnate snapped as she was about to leave his. His father, naked and with a soft cock, was mixing drinks at the portable bar. Cliff was sitting on another couch, with his big cock about half-hard. He looked as if he might have already had too much to drink. Which was unusual, because most of the time there wasn't any heavy drinking at the sex parties.There seemed to be a general discussion about local politics. Rod realized that there were other couples in the bedrooms, as the number of cars parked outside indicated as many as eight or nine.