“What is going on?” he mumbled. Rhona glared at him. “Princess, in the playroom you will call me mistress. Do you understand?”Rick’s pulse r...ced, and he thought he would faint. He knew he had lost any control of what was happening. He had fallen under Rhona’s spell and it was too late to back out now.“Wake up. I asked you if you understood?”Rick nodded, his tongue thick inside his mouth.“I want you to say it, princess.”“Er, yes, I mean mistress.” His voice was thick with fear and, he realised. A light touch there was just enough to heighten her longing. Finishing the shower she used her softest towel to dry herself, melting into the sensation of the fabric as it touched her with a lushness she only hoped she’d feel later in the evening. Once dry she carefully spread her lotion over her, starting at her neck, rolling over her ample breasts, down her stomach and onto her muscular thighs. Each touch, stroke and feeling was merely an extended prelude. She dried her short dark hair with a. Seeing my wife Sally in this position was an erotic sight with the one man on the couch holding onto a large loch of her red hair as she sucked in earnest on his black cock while her small hand struggled to make it two thirds of the way around the other man's large black cock as large black fingers explored her from behind. Paul worked fast and in no time at all my wife's ass cheeks were rippling to the rhythm of what looked to be two large fingers in her pussy and a thumb planted deep in her. As he unbuttoned Lisa's shirt, I unsnapped her pants and tugged them down. Lisa stood, wearing nothing but her underwear, kicking off her pants and dropping her shirt to the ground. God, she looked so hot!Lisa swept her hair behind her shoulders, and stood with her hands on her hips. Doug smiled at her and stood up, then looked her up and down admiringly. He moved in closer, and then reached his hands under her arms and around her back. Lisa smiled provocatively as she felt his fingers touch.