"There were two characteristics that make for a good slave: Subservience and masochism. Both of you are masters of one, and lacking in the other."Pyx,...your humility and obedience are the stuff of legend. I couldn't ask for a more submissive slave."Pyx bowed. "Thank you, Master." But when it comes to getting pleasure from pain, you have only had a taste. We need to work on that."My young slave flushed. "Yes, Master."I turned to my older slave. "As for you, Vonda, your problem is just the. I was definitely interested and a quick phone call on the cell confirmed that Lynn was looking forward to it as well.Marie came over late in the evening and we sat around for awhile talking and relaxing in each other's company and friendship. We made converastion with Anne (our roommate) and her date for awhile and Lynn went up to bed, suddenly tired. Marie and I conversed for a bit more with them to seem social as we stole feels of each other's body when nobody was looking. At one moment, I. My cock was back up and throbbing as Pippa shook with another orgasm sending her juices straight down my throat, OMG she tasted so nice.She slowed right down before regaining her composure, she lifted herself up allowing me to get back out into the daylight, I pulled my shorts back into place tucking my throbbing tool inside.“Shall we fire it up Jerry?” she asked as if nothing had happened and we hit the button and waited for the screen to light up.Pippa pulled up her chair while I stood by. I spread my legs a little as an invitation. He grabbed my knees softly, moving my legs farther apart. He stood closer to my opening. He guided his copius length into me, going slow. pushing as deep as he could, intently watching my face. For signs of pain, perhaps. I grasped his arms, making a quiet moan. He slowly pulled back, partially out, then pushed back in. “How does that feel?” He asked, making sure I wasn’t in pain. “It feels amazing, honey. More, please!” I said with a sigh. He began.