I worked both hands on his shaft while I struggled to get an inch past his tip. He talked non stop about what a good bitch I was. I gagged a few times...almost throwing up. I knew I had to relax my throat if I was to keep my end of the deal, I had told him I could swallow his entire cock. I blocked his talking out and closed my eyes. He kept putting his hands on my head. I finally had to ask him to stop so I could focus. He even quieted down. I had gotten used to his gerth and felt him slide down. Without hesitation, I lowered myself onto my knees, him holding onto my shoulders to support me. I looked up at him with pleading wide eyes, wanting. He walked over to the other side of the room and collected my leash which had been hanging on the bedpost. Attaching it through the silver ring on my collar, he looked down at me, as he brushed his hands slowly down the black leather leash, until he grasped the end of it, holding onto it - not taking his gaze from me. The moment was so intense, I. A minute later, she begins to cum. Master pinches her clit and she starts to scream again. Every muscle is tensed and she is attempting to arch her back. Being tied down is hindering that. She cums for nearly a minute, John releases her clit and she screams again. He continues to pound into her. A minute later she starts to cum again and he pinches that clit again. She screams again and tenses against the tie-downs. Tumi is soaking wet from sweat and Master is getting there. Mistress has cum. She moved her hand from where it was caressing Daddy’s limp prick, then climbed off the bed. Daddy didn’t move at all; if anything, he was sleeping sounder than ever and started snoring. We stood up, leaving him in the center of the bed, and Mom motioned me to follow her out of the room.Out in the hallway, Mom closed the bedroom door so we wouldn’t wake Daddy. “I think tonight we should have your father take us out to dinner,” she said with a smile.“Really?” I asked, smiling back.She nodded..