He couldn’t make me. There had to be a line somewhere, some indignity I wouldn’t cross. It was a silly place to resist. It was just a sweater, aft...r all, but it was My sweater. Call me silly or sentimental, I still would fight. Oh, but it hurt. That creeping, clawing unhappiness wormed and writhed fitfully beneath my skin. So wrong to fight it. That sweater needed to be destroyed. I slipped. Just one little moment of weakness and the shears seemed to leap out on their own. A gash appeared down. My heart jumped into my throat. I knew that I would have to go down nude. Even though he had an open relationship, Master and I had not acted on it. He knew how self-conscious I was about my weight. Damn, what do I do? I knew that not following his orders would get me into trouble. Whether we had company or not, I would still get spanked and corner time. Therefore, I did the only thing that was left for me to do: to ask whether the rules still applied in this case."Umm... Master, do I still. Holy Moses something delicious.After enjoying the delicious I let go of the edge and push you to the edge. You let your body float on the water and I push your legs. With one hand on your ass I will keep you up with the other hand and play with your labia. I now put both hands on your buttocks. I take a labia into my mouth and begin to suck it. This combined with playing with my tongue. First with your right labia and then with your left.I hear you moan.After your labia doing my whole mouth on. Then I saw who it was. It was Iman, completely naked! He had come in, silently. I guess Ikmal also understood that Iman got in. He turned his head around and looked at him, while still being on my body. Iman came near, laughing. He said, “Well well, brother, you should not have gone this far while u was away. I guess you still did not come in her. If you did, you will ruin the upcoming threesome”He said that as he got closer and pulled Ikmal off of me. I did not like it much because Ikmal still.