Not you... and definitely not slave cutie-pie.”I doubted that was true. I was sure that a simple push of a button on the remote would shut down the ...achine, but Master Walter was making it clear to everyone– especially slave cutie-pie– that her safeword would be ignored for the next ten minutes.“So that you don’t accidentally fall off the machine,” Master Walter said firmly, “we’ll need a safety support.”A cable now descended from the ceiling. The cable was split in two about three feet from. I loved to be watched." My hands dug their way to his crotch. I undid his shorts and slowly pulled them off him. His cock immediately jumped out of his boxers and nearly put an eye out. My legs stood up and my hand reached out to him. His hands floated to mine and I yanked him up with me. His shorts and boxers fell to the floor and I took off his shirt as well. My arms wrapped around him and put my lips onto his. To no surprise, he didn't fight me and just gave into his desires. His arms. And I know just where you’re hoping to shoot your load… You let me know before it happens. But it’s not meant as a courtesy. You wish to dominate me in your moment of ecstasy. To shower me in your hot white cum. To let it splash off my face. To shoot it into my hair and eyes. To have it coat my lips and drip from my chin. You take your cock all the way out of my mouth and I grab it with both my small hands. It’s really throbbing now, but I jack it off anyway, pointing the tip at my face. You. I felt a bit sorry for dad as he didn’t get any hits for ages and then about 9pm three came through at once. I wasn’t keen on any of them, but I got the feeling dad liked two out of the three. One of them, a blonde, said she was 25, but she looked about 18. I saw dads eyes light up when he saw her, but I told him she was too young looking for him. He disagreed, but accepted what I said.There was an older lady who liked dog walking, but she was never going to get a look in, which left one other.