I instantly had an urge, the urge to beg for forgiveness to my tormentor like I was her subject and she was my goddess. To hold my tormentors feet ti...htly and pledge my ever-lasting loyalty to her, to ask humbly for forgiveness like a worthless being. But naturally, this urge was as stupid and foolish as it sounds to you, so there was no way that I could be expressing this urge to my tormentor I felt like I really was small, too tiny for these rich people who had power and arrogance to match. Us grown up girls want to fuck our best friend’s boyfriend. His cock is warm and ready in our hands. Don’t say no Mark. Don’t listen to that little doll faced wench. She is a little prude. We want you Mark. All the while waiting, staring into his handsome eyes and waiting for him to say something while we stroke his cock up and down, up and down. Caressing the wet tip with our finger. Pushing his slick precum around the little hole there.‘Is that what you want? Do you really want to stop?’He. “Go sit in your recliner.”Will noticed she'd put a big folded towel there and was curious. He soon found out why. After slipping out of her thong, Ann went over and straddled his lap, his cock nudging against but not in her pussy. As she leaned down to suckle his nipples, she rubbed her wet pussy across his cock, feeling him growing against her. Ann kept his hands pinned to the arms of the recliner while she sucked his nipples hard, alternating one to the other.“Oh damn, I need to be inside. I was wondering why but then as Sir Slave I don’t have any thought on what he want me to do. When I came out of the toilets and saw sir he then told me that he wants me to put all my male stuff into the bag he had Which I did. He then went and padlocked it shut, he then told me he had brought the wrong padlock and left the keys at home and that he would have to go back and get it later. I thought that won’t be bad and that I could get changed on the way home so no one would see me but was I.