Except for occasionally calling Carrie over the intercom to bring him a gel or a lamp, the only three people allowed in the studio were the two models...and Brad. The next series involved the two standing on one foot with one arm outstretched in one direction and one leg out outstretched in the other. This was close enough to a ballet stance so that Mallory felt right at home. Eric had a little more trouble, but his athletic background enabled him to handle it before too much time. Things seemed. “Have you cum today?” “No Master. I mean, yes Master, this morning, but not since.” Her torso started to shudder ever so slightly from the pose. “Good.” I walked around her, occasionally setting the wide leather head of the crop on her skin.“I think you need a good pussy whipping, whatta think?” I loved whipping her tits and pussy, I loved hearing her scream for me.“I’m just a stupid slut for you to use in any way you want Master.” Her arms were starting to tremble with more urgency, I. “Oh, Albert! Who are you tonight? Whoever you are, you are who I need! I need someone to be rough with me; someone who will keep fucking me when I beg them to stop. I want to be taken, even ****d. I just need a cock inside me until I fall asleep from exhaustion.”“Well, Isabella. I’ll try to do all of that.”“Then fuck me, darling. Ram that nice cock into me and don’t stop until I go to sleep, then keep fucking me. I want to be used as a fuck toy.”Isabella’s words were depraved and were very. My whole body was trembling and my breath was coming in short gasps. I looked at his frozen, ejaculating cock and it disappeared as the the screen went blank. I sat for a brief moment, getting my breath back, then I leaned forward, fingers slipping over the laptop mousepad to call him. It barely rang once before his smiling face appeared on screen, a white towel coming in and out of view as he cleaned himself up. “Fuck, that was amazing!” he grinned. “What happened? Connection die?” “Not just.