After a few more minutes of these ministrations, her areolas were completely exposed. The dancing man moved his hands to her nipples and rolled them b...tween two fingers each.She broke their record breaking, lengthy kiss, tilted her head up and moaned. The watcher was sure that he could hear her moan this time. The dancing man took the opportunity to bend his head down and kiss her hot flesh just above the areolas, then the tender areolas themselves and then to suck on the excited, stiff. There she showered me to make sure I was clean before my bath. She explained the customs to me as she worked. Her hands were delicate yet firm and I thought she lingered over my chest with an almost imperceptible flick of her fingernail on my nipple. I might have passed it off to my imagination except I could hear her sighs, see the quiver in her lip and feel the quickening of her pulse. She did more than linger on my cock. She kneeled in front of me as she rinsed my cock and balls thoroughly.. The tip glistened and my mind was beginning to wonder what it would feel like after a little practice. His hips thrust forward as he pushed the plug in mimicking the movement. I watched as he fucked the air while he pumped the 'Raging Hard-on' in and out of me. I could almost imagine his dick in there instead. His big shaft fucking my poor tight hole. My face flushed as I watched him continue fucking the air while the 'special gift' fucked my hole. After a few times I began moving my hips with. " She reached a hand into the bathwater and splashed it a couple of times. "And wash yourself up. You're disgusting! You can use TWO handfuls of my bathwater, no more!" Yes, Mistress," vomit answered."Did I say you could speak?" Mistress raised her hand, ready to deliver a blow if the slave replied. Wisely, he only shook his head. Good. She wasn't feeling kindly enough to the little slug to hurt her hand enough to punish him.The slave leaned forward, and began licking Mistress Black's pee off.