My eyes were locked on Angela now as I walked the starboard railing to my mistress. My pussy burned. Juices ran down my thighs. I had such a hot cunt....I wanted to shove my hands between my thighs and frig myself to an orgasm.But I had self-control.Angela nodded her head, imperious, when I reached her. Then I fell to my knees before her, staring up at my Mistress, my body quaking as desires tumbled through me. “Did I please you, my Queen?”“Yes, you did,” she answered, her voice throaty. She ran. " Really? Your attitude and bearing suggest otherwise."Fuming, I was tempted to throw her out."We need to talk, but not while you're too angry to listen. So why don't you let me do my job?" she asked, shrugging out of her robe."I prefer the crop," she encouraged, bending over the couch and presenting her perfect ass. "I hope you're as good with it as you were with your hand in New York."At first I just stared at her, mouth agape, trying to figure out if she was toying with me. Her eyes kept. My hands around her waist. But I was loosing steam. I was no where near cumming, Just working too hard. This position was no good. I picked her up, cock still in her, and put her on the table. Kind of on her side. My dick never left her. She was so tiny, like a fuck toy. “So strong,” I drove into her, plunging deep and fast. “You fuck,” she whispered. I fucked. She was even tighter this way, plus I could see her face. Shi Shi's beauty matched by her sexuality. Her eyes lost in ecstasy. Her. “Good girl.” Mike pressed a button on his phone, then grabbed his keys and started driving.Jenny felt the vibrator begin to pulse slowly. She moaned softly, moving her hand to Mike’s thigh as he drove them home. A couple minutes in, Jenny couldn’t help but moan loudly at each pulse of the vibrator. It was enough to keep her extremely turned on and on edge, but not enough to make her cum. Yet. “Good girl,” Mike said, stroking Jenny’s hair as she moaned again. “Now. Unbutton my pants and suck me.